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A Deal With The Devil (Part 2)

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(Y/N) is tired of not having a boyfriend, so she makes a deal with the devil to bring her a boyfriend. She has no idea the cost of her actions, yet… 

I rake my fingers through my hair. My breathing is quickened. My brain feels like it's moving a million miles a minute.

I'm panicking.

Fuck I'm panicking.

Okay (Y/N) breathe. It's okay. It's all okay.

My breathe just quickens instead. It's not okay, nothing is okay. I did, what I thought was a fake, deal with the devil and now here I am. I am sitting at this picnic table after finding out that deal was not fake at all. In fact, it's so real I just watched a demon walk away from me. What the fuck am I going to do? He won't tell me what I have to do. I know that means it's bad. I know it means I am going to severely regret this stupid fucking deal. I just really didn't think this was all real, I didn't think this would work.

I need to talk to Kate.

I compose myself enough to get up. I feel a little wobbly on my feet. My eyes scan around me. I want to see if he's around or not, see if he is watching me. When I don't see him, I start walking. I'm halfway to my car when I realize I am practically running.

I hurry to Kate's door. I know both her parents are at work, so I knock loudly and rapidly. She is probably in her basement, so I need her to hear me. I am knocking non-stop and the door finally flings open. Kate is standing there in her pajamas, her hair is disheveled. I clearly woke her up.

"Jesus (Y/N) what the fuck do you need? Are you dying?" She asks, her voice groggy.

"I might as well be fucking dying!" My words come out louder than I wanted them to. My panic is returning, and I push past Kate and into her house, slamming the door behind us. My breathing is quickening again, and I drop to the ground. I don't know when I started crying but I feel warm tears falling down my cheeks. I am sitting on the ground in a heaving, crying mess. Kate drops down quickly beside me and pulls me into her arms. She squeezes me tightly, trying to calm me down.

"(Y/N) talk to me. What is going on? What can I do?" Her words come out soft, like she doesn't want to make my current state any worse.

My chest is rising and falling quickly. I feel like my lungs can't get enough air into them. Tears are still falling quickly from my eyes and I start to feel dizzy. I need to calm down. I need to be able to talk to her, to tell her what's going on. Kate's arms tighten around me.

"Just take deep breathes, you'll be okay...I promise you'll be okay." She speaks softly again, hearing her voice is calming. It makes me feel less alone in this. I don't know how she can help with this but having her here is still comforting. I needed her.

I start to control myself a little bit. I take deep breathes and slowly let the air fall past my lips. I keep my deep breathes going and lift a hand to wipe away at my cheeks, they are soaked with tears. When I am calmed down enough I finally speak.

"It worked, Kate. That deal with the devil, it worked."

"What... what do you mean?" her words come out confused. I could tell she truly thought the whole thing was as much B.S. as I did.

"He came today, Kate. Some demon boy. He told me that he is here to hold up his side of the deal. It fucking worked." My tears start to fall again, I can't help it.

I hear Kate mumble a 'fuck' under her breathe as she continues to hold onto me tightly. "(Y/N), I didn't think... I didn't know. I am so sorry." I haven't told her much, but it doesn't take a genius to know that any deal with the devil can't be good.

I shake my head. I don't want her to feel like this is her fault. I said yes, and besides we both thought this was all fake. It's no one's fault it turned out to be real. "Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. I just, I don't know what to do. He came to me today. He said he is here to hold up their side of the deal of giving me a boyfriend. I asked what my side of the deal was, but he wouldn't tell me, Kate. It's probably so bad..."

She sighs softly. "He won't tell you at all?"

I shake my head. "He said I don't get to know that yet. I asked him if I was stuck, if there was any way out. He said I was stuck. There is no way out of this." My tears are still falling. I can breathe now but I can't stop the crying.

"Listen, we'll figure this out. It will be okay." She speaks with confidence, it's almost convincing enough that I just about believe her.

We are in her room now, sitting on her bed. I have finally stopped crying. I told her about everything. How he came to me in class, how we talked at the picnic table, how his eyes went black, all of it.

"If there is no way out of this. If whatever I have to do to hold up my side of the deal is horrible I might as well try my best to not fight this. I don't want to be miserable. But, how can I do that, Kate? How can I go run about 'dating' this demon boy knowing that at some point something horrible is going to happen to me, something so horrible he won't even tell me yet? How am I supposed to happily date a DEMON? That is insane, impossible."

She nods her head, frowning softly. "I know (Y/N), but you have no choice. There is no way he is just going to let you avoid him, and I guarantee you can't run from him. What else are you going to do?"

"Maybe I'll just tell him the truth. I have to own up to my side of the deal. I get there is no way out of that, but I'll just tell him I don't want anything to do with him. That there is no way I can fall in love with a demon. I'll tell him I want to live my life without him in it and when the time comes I'll do whatever it is they need me to do"

She looks at me like I'm crazy, like straight nonsense just came out of my mouth. "You are telling me you are going to walk up to some big scary demon boy and say that to his face?"

A laugh falls from my lips. She's right. That's ridiculous. I am terrified of him, but how can I date him when his very presence scares the fuck out of me? "No, you're right. I won't. I'm too scared. I just need to figure something out I guess. I told him I needed time and he said he would see me tonight. So, I guess I have to figure something out."

"(Y/N) hear me out. What if you just try to date him? You said he's handsome, and you're going to have to hold up your side of the deal anyway. Why not get to date some cute ass boy at least?"

This time I look at her like she is crazy. "Are you listening to yourself? Yeah sure he is hot as fuck, but are you forgetting he is a DEMON?"

She shakes her head. "No, I am not forgetting, but you are stuck with him. Why make yourself miserable?"

I sigh. She is right. I am stuck anyway. I can't imagine he'll just leave me alone. "I know, I know. I just don't think I can do it. I don't think I can date him."

"You might as well try it, (Y/N)."

"Maybe." Is all I say. Like I said I don't know if I can do it. This is all so confusing. She is probably right. I have to hold up my deal anyway. I might as well have fun and enjoy my time with the most handsome boy I have ever seen. I don't know though. I need to figure it out, and quick.

I skipped the rest of my classes today, I couldn't focus enough to go. I had way too much to try and be figuring out. I had gotten back to from Kate's and as soon as I opened the door to my dorm room I was startled by the sight of a man sitting on my bed. It was Silas.

"Jesus." I say as I jump slightly, my hand falling onto my chest. "Creepy much." I roll my eyes. He is the last person I want to see right now.

He chuckles softly and clearly brushes me off. Twirling around what looks to be a cell phone. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"Well, you did." I say, clearly annoyed with the fact that he is talking to me. I walk into the room, the door shutting behind me. I wonder where my roommate it. Probably at work. I set my things down at my desk before I turn to look at him, taking a deep breath before speaking again. "Listen, I will hold up whatever my end of the deal is on this. Even though you refuse to tell me what that may be, but I am not doing this." I gesture to the two of us. "I don't want to see you or be near you. This whole thing is just fucked, and the least involved in it I can be, at least for now, is how I want it to be."

He watches me as I speak. As soon as the last word leaves my mouth he lets out a laugh. It's dark and thunderous. It fills up the room. "Sorry to break it to you sweetie, but that won't work. We wouldn't have agreed to this deal if that was the case."

His words cause anger to build up inside of me. "I said I would hold up my end still. Why do we have to be dating for it to matter? Can't you just leave me the fuck alone and then come and get me once you need me for whatever it is you need me for?" My words come out spiteful.

"Listen. Like I said, that's not how this is going to work. We both need each other here." There is no laugh this time. He is speaking with mild irritation.

"I don't fucking need you. I thought this whole thing was one huge joke. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't, but that does not mean I need you." My voice races a bit, not quite yelling, but certainly not a normal tone. My anger circles my words as I speak.

He stands up off of the bed now. He is standing over me. His tall frame causing me to have to tilt my head back to look up at him. His eyes are getting darker now. I have clearly pissed him off. "If you didn't fucking need me, then I wouldn't be here. We don't make deals like this for fun. They are serious, and YOU certainly are not going to be the one making the rules up about it. So, we date. That's the end of it. Do you understand?" His words come out dripping in irritation. His voice sounds deeper than normal and the darkness of his eyes is terrifying.

This is it. I am going to have to do it. I am completely and utterly stuck with him. "I understand" My words come out defeated, although anger is still backing them.

"Good." He says. His eyes lighten up and he reaches back to the bed. He picks up the phone he had left there when he stood up and hands it to me. "Phone number, please."

"Wow, demons say please? Interesting." I speak clearly irritated he is in my presence. I realize speaking like this to a demon probably isn't the best move, but this conversation made it very clear he needs me more than I need him. So, that means I am safe. He can't hurt me or kill me until I give him what he needs. I put my number in his phone and then shove it back to him, wanting it out of my hand as fast as possible.

"Can you please leave? I have homework to do."

He sighs. I can tell he is finally feeling a little bit defeated. "Fine, but like I said earlier. You can't avoid me forever." And with that he was gone.

One he leaves I move my bookbag and take a seat at my desk. I run my hands over my face with a sigh.

This should be interesting.

The next day is Friday. Which, thankfully for me means that I don't have class. My alarm goes off at 10am. With a groggy groan I roll over to shut off my alarm. When I do I see a text from a number I don't have saved.

Unknown Number:

Hey, it's Silas. Drinks tonight. I'll be there to pick you up at 8.

I roll my eyes, grabbing my phone to reply. "What if I have other plans?" I hit send and just as I am swinging my feet off of my bed my phone starts to ring. I look over. It's Silas. I mumble a 'fuck' under my breathe before picking it up. "Hello." I say as I stand.

"Do you have other plans?" he asks. His tone is slightly teasing.

"Maybe I do. Your text was more of a command than a question. Was it not?"

I hear him chuckle. "It was not a command. It was just me informing you of the plans."

"Plans you made without asking me first. Again, maybe I have other ones."

"Do you?"

I pause. I don't. I don't have any plans. Should I lie and say I do? But then I would be spending the night avoiding him, hoping he doesn't show up here. I sigh. "No, I don't."

"Well great. I'll see you at 8."

"Next time ask me. Don't just tell me." As soon as the last word leaves my mouth I hang up, leaving him no time to throw some witty remark back at me.

At 8 on the dot there is a knock at my door. I am just pulling on my jeans as I hear it. "One sec." I yell out, fastening the button. I make my way to the door and open it. Silas is standing there, I knew it was going to be him, but somehow, I am still disappointed when I see him. "Hey."

"Hello." He says with a grin. "You look beautiful."

I cringe slightly. Hearing that come from him just sounds...wrong? I don't know, but I didn't like it. "Thanks" is all I say. I fix my shirt and grab the earrings off of my desk, putting them in my ears before turning to him. "Ready?" I ask.

"Ready." He says as he opens the door, gesturing me to go ahead of him. I grab my phone and my purse and I step out. As he is following behind me my eyes widen. Riley, my roommate is walking down the hallway toward us. I can see the confusion plastered on her face as she sees Silas step out from the room.

"Hey." She says once she reaches us, her eyes on me, but quickly flicking to Silas. "Who is this?" I open my mouth to say something, but I am fumbling over my words trying to come up with a believable lie to tell her. Before I can get anything out Silas speaks.

"I'm Silas. (Y/N)'s boyfriend." He extends his hand out to her. She takes it, but now her eyes are back on me. She looks shocked. She knows that my luck with boys is horrible, and my love life is completely and utterly nonexistent....well was.

"It's nice to meet you." She is speaking sweetly but the confusion in her words isn't well hidden. "This is certainly a nice surprise. I'll get out of your hair then, have fun wherever you are off to."

Silas says his goodbye and as he walks off I try to follow but she stops me by grabbing my hand. "I'm sorry. You scored a fucking hottie like that and didn't even tell me, and now you are dating? Who are you and what did you do with my roommate?"

I groan softly. I am not good at lying, and my life is about to be full of it. My eyes flicker over to see Silas stopped a little bit down the hallway, watching us, waiting for me to join him. I quickly put on a smile and turn my attention back to Riley. "Yeah, it just all happened so fast. I will tell you all about it though, I promise. I should get going." I give her a quick hug goodbye before turning to meet up with Silas, not looking back as we make our way down the hallway and out of the building.

When we get outside I see a black SUV waiting out front. My eyes widen when a man comes around from the other side and opens the door for us. He gestures toward the car and I look up at Silas who laughs softly. "Go ahead." He says as he places a gentle hand on the small of my back, guiding me foreword. I slip into the backseat of the car and as I do I look down at my outfit. I am wearing nice jeans and a nice blouse. It's cute, but not fancy by any means. I turn to Silas. "I really hope I am not about to be severely underdressed for where we are going. If so, please let me run inside and change."

He laughs again, shaking his head. The door beside us is shut and the driver is back in the car. "No, no. It will be fine, I promise."

The ride is filled with meaningless small talk. I don't care much for him talking to me, so my replies are usually short. I feel a sigh of relief when the car slows to a stop and the door is opened. Silas is out first, and he offers his hand to me, but I dismiss it and get out on my own. We are a little bit out of the city. The bar in front of us looks small town, quaint and cozy. I am surprised this is where we ended up. Silas strikes me as the loud, wild bar type. I follow him up to the door which he opens for me. With a thank you I step inside, he follows after me and there is a guy at the door checking ID's. I don't know how, but it didn't hit me until right now that I am not even old enough to get into a bar. I guess I was so distracted by everything else that this very big issue slipped my mind, and plus, wait. If Silas is a demon, would he even have an ID. I look back at Silas, about to open my mouth to mention the ID problem but he leans in to the bouncer's ear, whispers something and then the bouncer steps out of the way, no questions asked. I look up at Silas, giving him a confused look but he doesn't fill me in. Instead, his hand is once again placed onto the small of my back and I am being guided through the building.

We walk through the main area, I look at everyone around us enjoying themselves, they all seem to not even notice we are here. Soon we reach an opening. It is covered with black curtains, they are thick and made of velvet. There are two men standing outside of the opening. They look almost larger than life. There is no way either of them stand under 6'4. As soon as we walked up, they looked at me, looked at Silas and then stepped aside. Silas guides me through the curtains and past them is a whole other bar. My eyes widen in surprise, not expecting this to be what I see. Once we are past the opening, the atmosphere is completely different. The people inside the room have a different aurora about them. Most are dressed in black, piercings and heavy jewelry adorning their bodies. The area outside of this is like I imagined, small and cozy. A very home-y vibe. This room is the opposite. It's dark and the lights cast a red hue over the entire place. The furnishings are all black leather and the music is more grungy, very different from the pop music we just heard in the other room.

"This way." Silas speaks as we walk. This time, people's head snap to look at us. Everyone notices we are here. I see eyes look at Silas and then at me, and then back to Silas, but he ignores everyone of them. It's like he doesn't even notice the stares. We walk up to the bar, we are at the very end, pretty separated from everyone else sitting on the other side. I take the seat that is by the wall and Silas sits beside me. As soon as the bartender notices we are there he rushes over.

"What can I get the two of you, Sir?"

Sir, that's weird.

"I'll have bourbon, on the rocks." Silas looks at me "Get whatever you want."

The bartender's eyes are on me now. I have been to a bar one time and I don't drink too often. When I do its Jungle Juice at some party Riley dragged me to or some shitty beer in a dude's dorm room that again, Riley dragged me to. I look at Silas in almost a panic, it's like my words are stuck behind my lips. I wouldn't even know what to order or how to order it. I breathe a sigh of relief when he finally steps in.

"She'll have a vodka soda."

The bartender's eyes linger on me for a second. They narrow before turning back to Silas with a head nod "Of course, Sir. I will be right back." And with that he turns and walks away.

"First time out?" Silas asks with a chuckle

I roll my eyes. "I have been out...one time."

This time he laughs, shaking his head.

The bartender is already back, setting the drinks down in front of us. His eyes linger on me once again, but he soon walks away, leaving us alone. I pick up the drink and take a sip. I cough slightly, not because it taste's bad but because it is really fucking strong.

"wow, they don't hold back on the liquor here do they?" I say between small coughs, the burn in my throat still lingering.

He laughs again. "Not for me, or who I'm with." He says before taking a sip of his own drink.

Not for him? And they call him Sir? This is crazy. "What do you mean, not for you?" I ask.

He shakes his head, taking another sip. "Nothing, it doesn't matter."

I look at him, my brows furrowing in frustration. "If you are going to force me to date you, then you can at least answer the questions I have." My words come out clearly coated in annoyance.

His head snaps up to look at me. "I am not forcing you to date me." He spits back, his voice slightly raised. "You made the deal, you asked me to come to you, don't act like /I/ am forcing you to do anything." I can see the anger growing on his face.

He is right. I sigh before speaking a soft 'sorry' and lifting my drink to my lips.

He shakes his head, letting his angry gaze fall to his drink. "It's fine."

It's quiet for a second, both of us focusing on our drinks instead of the other. He finally sets his drink down and sighs. "Okay, fine." He says. "I'll answer your questions."

I can't help but smile. I have so many and the fact that I broke him down a bit gives me great pleasure, since I have unfortunately gotten to see how stubborn he is.

"Why did the bartender call you Sir?"

He takes a drink. "Because of my dad."

"Who's your dad?"

I see his jaw clench. He takes another drink. "Lucifer."

My eyes widen, and my heart starts to race. "Lucifer as in..."

He cuts me off. "Lucifer as in the devil. Satan himself." He speaks with a scoffed chuckle.

"I see" I say softly, this time taking a pretty large gulp of my drink. I'm going to need a few of these to get through these questions.

"So, how do the people in this bar know that?"

"They are all demons. So, in turn, they all know who my dad is."

Now knowing that I am surrounded by demons prompts me to take another gulp of my drink.

"They are all demons? There is this many of you up here?"

He looks at me with a raised brow. Like what I just asked was a stupid question, but he answers anyway. "A lot of us live up here. As you can imagine, hell isn't the best of places."

I nod my head. Another gulp of my drink going down. It's practically empty at this point, and I can start to feel just a slight buzz. I cannot believe I am having to date the devil's son. Like the real-life fucking devil's spawn. Fantastic.

"So, you live up here?"

He nods, taking a drink before answering. "I do now, with my dad."

I finish off my drink and the bartender is already setting a new one down in front of me. I look at Silas's. His drink is only half gone.

"Now?" I ask.

This time he stays quiet for a few seconds. He lifts the glass to his lips, tilts his head back, and finishes it all. He sets down the empty glass before finally answering. "Yes, now. I was living in hell until you made the deal."

The bartender sets down another drink in front of Silas.

"Why were you living there? Didn't you just say most of you live up here?"

His jaw clenches again. I can tell I am asking him questions he does not want to be asked, but it's not going to stop me. Especially now that there is some alcohol running through me.

"My dad and I had a...falling out, I guess you could call it. He didn't like how I was acting or what I was doing. He told me I am a disgrace to his name and sent me back down to hell." He grabs his new glass, taking a drink. I do the same. "Then, you and your friend made this deal and he told me that I can come up if I do this, but if I disappoint him at all I am right back down to hell, and that there will be no more mercy for him. So, here I am."

I am starting to feel bad for him hearing this. It's weird having remorse for someone that I have spent the whole short time knowing him filled with absolute hatred for him but hearing what he has to say is letting some of that hatred fade. He does really need this, more than I will ever know.

I just nod my head, taking another drink.

"Happy now?" he asks. His mood having obviously soured.

"I am. Thank you for answering my questions." I say. I try to say it sweetly, and honestly. I try to make him realize I don't want this entire night to suck for both of us.

It's slightly weird not just being filled with complete hatred for him. I am feeling softer toward him after hearing why he is here, and that is freaking me out. I feel like I need my guard up at all times and feeling any remorse for him at all isn't very conducive to that.

"I'm sorry that happened to you." I say softly.

"Like I said, hell isn't the best of places." He doesn't look up from his drink.

I take that as a que to stop asking about it. I don't want to ever know what hell is like, and I am sure reminding him about it is only going to make his mood dampen even more. I want to press on, to ask him what my end of this deal is, but I know this is a bad time, so I choose not to.

I look at him, but he is not looking at me. His drink is in his hand and he is swirling the ice around mindlessly, his eyes watching the cubes drift around the glass. He almost looks...sad.

"Hey." I say, nudging his leg with my foot. He looks up at me. "I know I have led a far less interesting life, but do you have any questions for me? You answered all mine, it's only fair I answer any you have."

He is silent for a second, but then he finally speaks. "What made you do it? What made you make a deal with the devil?"

I sigh. "Well, like I said before, I thought it was all fake. My best friend Kate is into all this 'witchy' stuff. So, I was at her house one day and I was complaining about not having a boyfriend and how scared I was to even speak to boys, and she told me that she read about how you can make a deal with the devil to get a boyfriend. I thought she was insane. I mean come on, that sounds crazy."

Silas chuckles softly, but I continue.

"So, I told her no that's insane, but she said she really wanted to try it. Again, I thought it was all bullshit, but turns out, it wasn't because here you are." I gesture over to him.

He looks at me. His eyes move over my face and a small frown falls onto his lips.

"What? What's wrong?"

He shakes his head, his eyes moving back to his drink. "Nothing, sorry."

I decided not to push it. I take a big gulp from my drink and straighten myself up in the chair. "Okay, none of this depressing talk anymore. Let's have fun. We are at a bar, we might as well enjoy ourselves."

His frown turns into a small smile, and with a laugh he nods his head. "Deal."

We had been talking, and even laughing for a little while. I have learned that he is actually surprisingly smart, and so funny. I am laughing more than I am not. We are both 3 drinks in, working on our 4th and I look over to see people filling the dancefloor. I grin when I get an idea. I grab my drink, finish it as quickly as I can before sliding off of my seat. I offer my hand out to Silas. He looks at me with an eyebrow raised. "What are you doing?"

"Come on, let's dance." I say, shaking my hand in front of him, wanting him to take it.

"No fucking way. I am not dancing." He shakes his head, ignoring my hand.

"Silas, come on. Please dance with me?" The alcohol now has a way stronger hold on me, so I find myself far less scared of him and way more attracted to him. He really is handsome, and he is tall and strong. He commands a room just by simply walking into it. My anger and fear really clouded all this for me, but the alcohol is letting it all drip back through. I poke out my bottom lip, practically pouting at him. "Please."

He rolls his eyes. Lifting his glass to his lips and finishing what's inside of it. "Fine." He gets up and takes my hand. As soon as he does my heart races slightly. Butterflies start to fill my stomach. When I said my love life was empty, it was empty. I couldn't tell you the last time I held someone's hand, let alone someone as attractive as Silas.

He takes my hand, but he leads me to the dance floor. When people notice us coming they part themselves, allowing us an easy path onto the dance floor. The music is louder on the dance floor, but the beat is catchy. I let go of his hand and start dancing. I know I am not doing a good job, but at this point I am drunk and I don't care. I am just having fun pretending I know what the fuck I am doing. Silas watches me, he laughs softly but isn't moving. I nudge him on the chest. "Come on, dance. You can't stand still on a dance floor." I step closer to him, my body still moving smoothly as the music rings in my ears. I take his wrists and tug on them gently to get his body moving. He rolls his eyes again but it's playful. He finally starts to dance. Everyone was watching us, but as soon as Silas started moving their attention went back to who they were with. That 4thdrink I practically chugged starts to hit me and my body starts to loosen up even more. The music is vibrating through my entire body and it feels as though every care in my body has up and left, leaving me filled with nothing but a desire to enjoy every single thing around me. I am watching Silas, he is moving with me, but he is still a little rigid, I can tell he is uncomfortable dancing. When his eyes catch mine, I can't help but to grin. I take his hands, intertwining our fingers and moving our bodies together. I feel him start to loosen up a bit as I move with him.

"Don't dance much?" I say in a teasing tone, practically yelling so he can hear me over the music.

He laughs, shaking his head as his hands squeeze mine ever so slightly. "I've never been much of a dancer."

I laugh, shaking my head. We are dancing, the people around us are all dancing and I am having genuine fun. I never thought I would find myself in this situation with Silas, having fun with him, let alone willingly holding his hands or drinking with him. I keep caching myself staring at him too. His eyes are mesmerizing, almost like if you stare into them long enough you could get lost for eternity. The drunk part of me has also spent a lot of her time staring at his muscles. They aren't over the top, they're perfect in fact. Enough that they make him look strong and stoic, but not too much that you would do a double-take when walking by him on the street. Almost everything about him is perfect, like he was designed in some sort of lab. My eyes are lost in his muscles when someone who is obviously too drunk to stand knocks into me from behind, my body flies foreword and I am thrown into Silas's chest. I feel strong arms wrap themselves around my body to keep me steady.

"Fuck man. Watch it." I hear Silas yell out.

"Sorry, Sir! I am so sorry, I didn't mean to, really!" the guys words are slurred but frantic, and they sound almost pleading, like he is terrified Silas is going to really hurt him.

I linger in Silas's chest probably longer than I should, but he smells wonderful and the feeling of his arms wrapped around me is...new. It's all new. I have never had someone's arms around me like this, protecting me. It's comforting. I finally pull myself away from him, and I can tell he is reluctant to let me go, but he does.

"Fucking leave." Silas growls out toward the man that ran into me.

I look back in time to see the man scrambling away as fast as he can. Two other men following just as fast behind him.

I look up at Silas, his jaw is clenched, he his is busy watching the men leave. Drunk me must be completely taking over my body because for some reason I am so incredibly fucking turned on right now. The way he is protecting me is driving me absolutely wild. I stand up on my tip-toes and speak into Silas's ear, not wanting to try and yell over the music. "Thank you." I say. I let my lips linger close to his skin for a second. I think about kissing him. Placing just one small kiss to the soft skin right below his ear, but even drunk me can't bring herself to do it, so I drop back down from my tip-toes. He looks down at me, his hands lifting to place themselves gently onto my cheeks. He smiles but doesn't say anything. I am looking at him, my eyes scanning every single inch of his perfect face, my heart is racing, and my brain is so fucking conflicted. The drunk part of me is screaming at myself to just kiss him, grab him and kiss him until my lips are raw, but the rational part of me, the part of me realizing he is a demon, a demon who is here only to hold up his end of a deal is screaming at me to run away. My heart starts to pound even harder, and my brain is filling with so many thoughts I feel like I am going crazy. So, I do it. I listen to the rational part of my brain and run. I step back so his hands fall from my face, I turn on my heels and I run. I run through the thick velvet curtains that we came in through, I run through the quaint small-town bar that is being used as a front for the other, and I run right out the door, but I don't stop. I don't know where I am or where I am going, but I just keep running.

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A Deal With The Devil (Part 1)

Part 2

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(Y/N) is tired of not having a boyfriend, so she makes a deal with the devil to bring her a boyfriend. She has no idea the cost of her actions, yet...

"Listen, (Y/N). It will be fine. You make one small deal and you'll have a hot new boyfriend. Really, how bad could it be?"

"You're kidding me, right? Are you hearing yourself? 'one small deal' yeah, with the devil! Besides dude, that is literally so insane. Like you actually sound crazy."

My best friend, Kate, and I are sitting in her basement. I told her how done I was with not having a boyfriend. I've been single...well...forever. Obviously, I was serious I was over the single thing, but I did not expect her to propose something so crazy.

She rolls her eyes at me. "It's not crazy, I'm not crazy! I'm telling you, it's possible. I've read about people doing it so many times."

Kate has always been into this kind of witchy stuff. She is always on these 'witch forum' things, plus the girls at the store she always goes to apparently are into some crazy shit, but regardless this still sounds insane. I never really thought any of it was real, but she's super into it. We spend most of our time together with her practicing her 'spells' and me just sitting there doing my homework, or studying, or reading. I'm about to finish up my first year of college, so I've been pretty over run with homework lately. Kate decided she didn't want to go to college. Currently, she is working at Wendy's, but she swears she is destined for "huge things" I guess I don't know if she is or not, but I have faith she won't be stuck at Wendy's her whole life. Well, hopefully not.

"Dude, no. This is crazy. I am not even entertaining the crazy idea of making a deal with the devil just to get a boyfriend." I am saying this, but I really don't know how much I mean it. It sounds so crazy, but really how bad could it be? If for some reason she isn't completely insane and this isn't just a load of BS, then I get a cute boyfriend and I don't have to be so lonely anymore. Going to college has definitely made my loneliness worse. My roommate has a boyfriend who she is out with all the time, and I always have to see them together being so fucking cute, it's sickening. Every time I see someone I would even want to try and talk to I choke up. It's like I am physically incapable of talking to cute boys. This, sadly, has left me to be 18 years old and the only kiss I have under my belt to be from Tod Buchner in 3rdgrade.

"Listen, what's the worst that could happen? We can try it, and it doesn't work. Or, we can try it, it works, and you get a smoking hot boyfriend out of it. Come on, (Y/N) pleaseeeeee. Plus, this would be such great practice for me.

I guess she is right... "Fine. We can try it, but if I get one weird, or bad feeling then we call it quits. Got it?" I really think this is all fake, but I guess we can give it a shot.

She grins from ear to ear, scrambling to her feet. 'Got it!" she says as she starts grabbing candles and books from the shelves that fill her basement.

I look around. It's dark, and the only light is coming from the candles burning all around the pentagram I have found myself sitting in. Kate's eyes are closed, and she is repeating some words I don't understand over and over again. I close my eyes.

It's dark, everything is dark. Is that screaming? I can't see anything. Kate? Is she okay?

My eyes flutter open, and I am still sitting in the pentagram. Kate's hands in mine and this time all the candles are blown out besides the one sitting in between the two of us. Did something happen? Was that screaming real? Kate's eyes open as well, but she has confusion plastered on her face.

"Did...what...wait." Her words fall out of her mouth like she is trying to figure out what is going on/what happened, just as I am.

As soon as my eyes adjust to the dark I see a dark liquid dripping from both of Kate's eyes. It startles me so much I jump back slightly, our hands separating.

"Kate, fuck, are you okay?"

"What, whats wrong?" She looks at me, the confusion on her face immediately being replaced by concern.

"Your eyes..." my words come out shaky. What the fuck happened? I don't even remember anything. Last thing I remember is looking at Kate, wait, and maybe screaming?

She lifts her hand and I see her finger press into the dark liquid. Is that blood? It's too dark to see anything.

She is looking at me, fear falling over her. "(Y/N), what is that..."

I quickly get up, running over and flipping the light on. As soon as I do the candle that was between us blows out. My mouth drops open. It's blood. There is blood dripping from her eyes. "Okay, listen. Don't move, just stay there..." I speak softly as I start walking toward her. If she sees what she looks like, she will freak out, and that won't help anything.

Once I reach her, I move to sit on my knees in front of her. All I have is the sleeve of my shirt, so I lift it up and wipe away at the dark stream of blood making its way down her cheek. It smears.

"It's blood, I know it's blood. (Y/N), why am I bleeding from my eyes?" She grabs my wrist to stop me. Her eyes are screaming at me for answers, but I don't have any to give.

"I don't know. I don't even know what happened. I just...we just need to clean you up."

I stayed at Kate's that night. We were both too scared to stay alone. Neither of us know what happened. I brought up the screaming I thought I heard, but I dropped it quickly when Kate had no idea what I was talking about. The last thing she remembers is sitting in the pentagram, chanting her words. Then, she opened her eyes and I was there. That's it. We both haven't brought up the blood thing. I am just lucky both of us are okay. Neither of us got hurt, and we didn't wake up in some fiery pit instead of her basement. I don't know what happened, and I want to say that whatever the fuck Kate tried to do didn't work, because it was all fake in the first place, but the blood, why was she bleeding from her eyes? It doesn't make any sense and quite frankly I'm perfectly happy pretending the entire thing didn't even happen.

I need to go to class, so before I leave Kate and I make a pact to never talk about this or bring it up. I think it's best for both of us that way. I tell Kate to call me if she needs anything and I leave, hoping I really can just forget about all this. It was a stupid idea anyway.

It had been 2 weeks since that night. Nothing has changed. No new mysterious men or new found confidence talking to the hot men I already have in my life. It's just been the same old boring life I have been living. I am kind of relieved though. Seeing blood dripping from your friends' eyes is not something that is easily forgotten, so my life staying the same and staying normal is just how I need it to be right now.

I walk into the lecture hall for my first class of the day, it's Tuesday so I have a short day. This class and then only one other. I head to my normal seat, watching other people file in. All familiar faces, faces of the people I see in here every Tuesday and Thursday, all normal, until... he steps through the door.

I have never noticed him in my life. He stands tall and his muscles pull tightly at the fabric of his shirt. His hair is black, it is styled perfectly and pushed away from his face. His eyes are a piercing green, so piercing I can practically see them perfectly from across the room. He is gorgeous. I can't help but stare. He turns his head and we lock eyes, normally when I am caught staring at a hot guy, I look away as fast as I can, but when his eyes hit mine I can't look away. Like I'm stuck staring at him. No matter how hard I try I cannot take my eyes off of him. His lips spread into a somewhat devious grin and he starts to make his way up to me. I still can't take my eyes off of him. I watch him walk up the stairs in the middle of the room, turning down the row I am sitting in. He stops in front of me, his grin still plastered over his face as he looks down at me, extending a hand out toward me. I take it.

"I'm Silas and you're (Y/N), right?"

My eyes widen a bit when he says my name. How does he know who I am? "Um, yeah, I'm (Y/N). How did you know that?" fuck, I wish I could look away from him.

"We should really get out of here. We have a lot of things to talk about."

What the fuck is going on. "What exactly do we have a lot to talk about?" I ask, confusion covering my words.

"Just come with me, and you'll find out." His words leave his lips as smooth as butter. Everything he says sounds like it's dripping with confidence. Like he could get anyone to do anything he says at any time. It's mesmerizing.

"This is how people get murdered, you know. Following strangers to weird places."

He chuckles. It's deep and strong. "I won't murder you. That I can promise. I need far too much from you to do something so silly."

He needs too much from me? Okay, literally what the fuck.

I stand up, when I do my eyes are finally able to fall from his. I breathe a small sigh of relief before speaking. "Fine, but we're going somewhere public, the last thing I need on my plate is to get attacked by some stranger." My words fall out of my mouth almost like they aren't my own. Why would I ever agree to leave with some stranger to go talk. Especially after his reason for not killing me is that he 'needs to much from me.'

"Deal." He says before gesturing me to walk in front of him. "I will follow you."

I walk us out to the courtyard in front of the building. It's public, there are people walking through it at all times. There are picnic tables all throughout the yard that will give us enough privacy for him to talk to me about whatever he needs to talk to me about. I walk up to a picnic table, taking a seat on one side and gesturing across from me. Silas smoothly slides onto the bench seat.

"So..." I say. My voice wavers a bit. I am trying to act confident, like this isn't all seriously freaking me out, but now it's real. I am sitting at a picnic table with a stranger who needs to talk to me and apparently needs a lot of things from me too.

"I'm here because of that little deal you made."

"Deal? What de—" I am stopped in my tracks. The deal with the devil. The deal to get me a boyfriend. No fucking way, he has to be lying. "No way, this is some sick fucking joke dude. Who put you up to this? It's really not fucking funny." Did Kate tell someone? How does this guy know about that? What is going on?

I see his jaw clench as soon as my angry words are spat out at him. He takes a deep breath before he speaks. My eyes are on his again, unable to look away. "It is not a joke. We don't play stupid little jokes or silly little games. You made the deal. I am here to honor our half." His voice has deepened a bit, and there is a slight bit of annoyance ringing from his words.

"Our half?" I emphasize the 'our.'

"It's best you don't know or ask me about that." The annoyance in his voice is growing even more. My eyes are still locked on his and I swear they are darkening.

"No, this is insane. There is no way this is real. No way this is actually fucking happening." I speak out loud, although I am really talking to myself. I can't believe this.

"It's real." He speaks, and his eyes are immediately engulfed in blackness. It startles me so bad I jump backwards, practically falling from my seat.

Holy fuck, this is real.

The second I jump back his eyes return to normal. He takes another deep breath. I can tell he is trying his best to stay calm.

Wait, does this mean I am talking to a fucking demon right now?

I get myself back together. My heart is racing a bit. Realizing that this is real and not some sort of sick joke is absolutely terrifying. What did I get myself into? Am I even safe with him?

"Okay." I speak softly, trying not to sound scared. "You are here honoring your half. What is my half? You said you need a lot from me. What do you need?"

This time he chuckles, it's a little darker than before. "Ah, that is a conversation for later. You don't get to know that just yet."

His words spark some anger in me. "What? Are you kidding me? What do you mean I don't get to know that yet? That isn't fucking fair." This time, it's my words that are filled with annoyance. I am sure cursing at (maybe) a demon isn't the best move here, but what the fuck.

He smirks again, "We never said anything about this being a fair deal."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I am so fucked.

"I don't have any way out of this. Do I?" I ask, my voice dropping. I know the answer, but I need to hear him say it.

He shakes his head. "Sorry sweetie, no way out."

I am here. Sitting across from a boy who is more than likely a demon and he just told me whatever stupid little deal I made I am stuck in. No way out.

I take a deep breath. This is a lot of shitty information to take in at once. "Fine. I am stuck in it. What do we do now?"

His smirk grows just slightly at my question. "You made a deal for a boyfriend. Here I am."

I just look at him. My eyes dance over all of the features of his face. His strong jaw, his dark eyes. He is really fucking handsome.

"Are you a demon?"

When his head nods my heart drops. I knew he was but knowing it for a 100% fact makes it so much worse.

I take another deep breath. I am stuck in this. I have no idea what my half of the deal is, yet I am still stuck in it. I am stuck in this and I am stuck with him. If I fight it, I am just going to be stuck feeling miserable for however long this is going to last. And since I have to hold up my end of the bargain at some point, which I am sure will be something horrible, I might as well live my life while I can. I can't imagine I am going to be living it for long.

"I need some time." I sigh, running my hands over my face. I need to get my shit together. I need to talk to Kate, I need to come to terms with what is happening. "Plus, I have class." I say as I start to stand. He stands as well. How much he towers over my short frame is much more intimidating now that I know who...well what he is.

"Fine. But you can't avoid me forever (Y/N). I'll see you tonight." He gives me a devious wink before he is off. I watch him walk away from me. He walks with purpose. He looks strong, like no one would come near him, like no one would even attempt bother him. Once he is out of my sight I sit back down, a tense breath falling from my lips.

What did I get myself into?

[delectablyalicee]

Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part 10)

Part 1  Part 9

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

It has been a few weeks playing this back and forth game with Nick. I have stood my ground, but it hasn't been easy. Some days it's so fucking hard and other day's everything is normal, and it doesn't end terribly. Regardless of that going on personally, everything professionally has been going great. I've been working extra hard to show him and everyone that I can do this job. I especially want to show Nick that I care about him and his career, and I can do my job and do it well despite the stuff personally between us, and I really do think he sees that which is nice. The last few weeks have been difficult, but they flew by and now tomorrow, we leave for tour.

I am excited but also so fucking terrified. I am staying on the bus with everyone, which I know will be so much fun, but these past few weeks have been filled with pretty much everyone telling me how stressful it is. I feel like I can handle it, I really do, but I just don't want to fuck it up. Not only that, but I am going to be spending the next few months on a tour bus with Nick, which when I look at it as spending months traveling the country with my best friend it's great, but then when I look at it as spending months traveling the country with the person I am hopelessly in love with but can't let know it despite him endlessly trying to get me to say it, it sounds horrible. Regardless, I am going to try my best to go into it with a positive attitude.

George had picked me up about 20 minutes ago and helped me load my bags into the car before we headed off to Nick's. I decided I wanted to stay the night with him at his house. I was planning on staying at my apartment and meeting him in the morning, but my nerves were really getting to me, and despite everything going on he is my best friend and I really just need someone there to help get me out of my head right now. Once we pull up to Nick's he comes outside, I thank George with a tight hug before helping Nick to grab my bags. Once we are inside I drop the bags in my hands and plow myself into Nick's body, my arms wrapping tightly around him and my face burying into his strong test. I could tell he was caught off guard, but I hear the bags he has be set onto the ground before his arms are wrapping themselves around me, swallowing me up.

"Are you okay?" He speaks softly

I nod and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly before I respond. I keep my arms around him tightly. "I'm okay, I'm just... scared. I don't want to fuck this up." My words are muffled slightly, since I kept my head buried into him.

He squeezes me tighter. "Listen to me (Y/N), you are wonderful at your job, I know you can handle this. You can do it, I promise."

His words are so comforting. They are words I really needed to hear right now. The combination of his reassurance and how safe I feel wrapped up into him calm my nerves down enough that I pull my head from his chest, looking up at him but still keeping my arms around his body. I speak quietly, "Thank you, I needed this."

He grins at me, giving me another squeeze before he presses his lips sweetly to my forehead. "Listen, I am here for you. This is what friends are for."

The kiss catches me off guard, he has done a lot of things over these few weeks to try and get me to break, but never this. I am thankful for that in this moment because that kiss almost sent me over the edge. It's like I could feel his love pushing into me through his lips and I wanted to melt into him right then and there. Normally when I start feeling like this I pull myself away from him, find any excuse to be as far from him as I can, but tonight I can't. Tonight, I don't even want to.

I give him a smile and I can tell he is surprised I didn't immediately run away, but he looks grateful that I didn't. I do finally unwrap my arms from his body and step back, but just a little bit, my eyes dart over to the clock, its only 10:30pm.

"Movie night?" I look up at him, asking sweetly.

He smiles back at me with a nod, "Movie night."

Before I even get a chance to do anything else I am lifted off of my feet and thrown over his shoulder with ease, a laugh erupts from me as I was not expecting it at all, playfully wiggling my legs.

"Oh gosh please don't drop me." I say between laughs.

He laughs right back, shaking his head and letting his arm squeeze me just a little bit tighter. "I won't drop you, I promise." He speaks as we make our way up the stairs.

Once we reach the landing his finally puts me down. "You can change, and I'll put a movie on in my room."

I nod in agreeance and turn on my heels to head into the guest room, I have a few pairs of pajamas and extra clothes here, it's been a life saver more times than not. Usually our movie nights are in the living room, although Nick has suggested them in his room more times than I can count, I usually shut him down. But again, tonight I don't even want to. I slip on a pair of my pajama shorts and a comfy t-shirt before making my way into Nick's room. He is on his bed in just a pair of sweatpants (more clothes than I was expecting to see, to be honest) and he has his TV remote, scrolling through Netflix.

Nick's room is gorgeous, its huge and his bed is the focal point, so big and honestly so comfortable. I make my way to it, sliding in beside him and pulling the covers up over me a bit, just covering my legs. I sink into the mattress with bliss. It's going to suck later when I have to leave to head to the guest room. I would much rather stay but I don't trust myself or Nick enough to do that. But I decide to keep that to myself, not telling him I'm going to leave later, I just want to enjoy this right now.

He finally settles on a movie. It's a cute little romantic comedy (he knows they are my guilty pleasure) that I haven't heard of, but I'm excited to watch.

"is this okay?" he asks, turning to me.

I nod with a smile and scoot just a little closer to him, I had stayed pretty close to the edge, but tonight I am going to enjoy myself, I am going to enjoy Nick's company and not spend every moment making sure I don't crack. I just can't handle that right now.

He slides his legs under the covers as well, setting the remote down beside him, and we both get comfortable, watching the start of the movie.

It's about halfway through the movie before I realize we have migrated closer to each other. Nick does a lot of things to try and crack me, but he would never do anything that he knows would make me just down right uncomfortable, or something he knows would be taking it too far, so I know he won't move any closer to me. The problem is, that's all I want. All I want is to be wrapped up in his arms again like earlier when I first got here. So, if I want it, I have to make the move. I'm not going to crack, I've held for way too long to do that, but being a little closer is okay... right?

Nick is lying on his back, he is propped up a bit thanks to some pillows behind his head and back. It takes me a second to finally decide to do it, but I eventually scoot just a little closer, allowing my head to rest itself on his chest. I notice his breathing stop for a moment, like that was the last thing he was expecting me to do, but soon I feel his chest softly lifting and falling like normal. The sound of his heartbeat melting any fear I have ever had away. I take the last step and let my arm drape over his stomach, getting comfortable but keeping my focus on the movie.

We stayed like that the whole rest of the movie. I had managed to make it through without falling asleep, and I knew Nick was awake too. The movie ended, and I knew I should get up. I should get up and go into the guest room without looking back, but instead I squeeze the arm I have wrapped around him tighter, speaking without looking up at him.

"Can I stay in here?" I asked quietly, I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it.

"I would want nothing more." He answers.

As soon as his words leave his mouth I move off of him, turning my body to lay on my side, my back to his chest. I reach for his arm, pulling it over my body and then I grab the covers, sliding them up to engulf us both. His arm squeezes me tight, filling any and all space between our bodies.

I let out a breath, all my worries escaping with it. I just relax, letting myself enjoy being like this with Nick, letting myself enjoy being held like this.

I haven't been broken yet. I'm not broken until I finally tell him, until I cannot take it anymore and I tell him how I am hopelessly fucking in love with him, but tonight is making me feel like that might actually happen. This whole time I truly felt like I would never crack, he would never get me to say it, but now I just don't know...

[delectablyalicee]

Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part 9) (Warning: Mentions of Smut)

Part 1  Part 8

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

This is the first day back to things being "normal" after I made my deal with Nick. Once he disappeared up the stairs I went back to my apartment. I had thought all night about what he meant by "the game begins." Nick isn't one to back down from a challenge, and now that I agreed to this deal I know he isn't going down easy. I guess it's just going to be a fight over who wants it more. Problem is, I am already close to cracking, close to confessing how much I love him, and now it's going to be even harder to keep that in, but I'm certainly going to try.

I grin when I walk out the door of my apartment and see George, I give him a tight hug before we make our way into the car. We spend the drive to Nicks house talking about how the date with his wife went. I was glad because it kept my mind off of how terrified I am to show up today. This whole thing is going to take a lot of willpower that I am not sure I have, but I guess we will see.

Once we get to Nick's I thank George and slowly slide out of the car. Taking a deep breath and smoothing out my clothes and hair before finally walking up to the door. I open it slowly, and thankfully the house is like it usually is, empty. No parade of flower petals leading me up the stairs or a band singing love songs in the living room, just Nick's normal house. I breathe a sigh of relief, stepping all the way inside. Today at 9:30am Nick has an interview, then a lunch at noon with his tour manager, and at 3:30 a photoshoot to help promote the tour. Then, after that at 6:30 we have dinner with Paul to discuss the meeting with the tour manager. So, in short, we have a packed day and there will be no escaping early. As I've said so many times before, I love my job, but I know today isn't going to be easy.

I look at my watch, its 8:30am. I set my bag down on the counter and start the coffee like usual before making my way up to Nick's room. It's honestly impressive that he never gets himself up, but it's all part of the job I guess. I knock on the door before cracking it a bit, I can see into the room enough that I see him still lying in bed, I let out a small sigh of relief when I see he's alone (an honestly rare sight). I know it would be better for me right now if he wasn't alone, if there was a girl naked in his bed like usual, but despite the fact that I wish it didn't, it would still hurt me if there was.

"Nick, its 8:30, we have somewhere to be at 9:30" I speak confidently, like I usually would. I'm not going to let anything that has happened waver me or hinder the way I do my job.

He groans, rolling over and letting his tired eyes flicker open. He speaks in a groggy voice, "okay okay, I'm coming."

That's all. That's all he says. I don't know what I was expecting, but I didn't really think "the game begins" would be this, although I am so grateful for it. "Okay, hurry up." I say before happily making my way down the stairs. This might be easier than I thought.

I'm already sipping my coffee, going over a few things for the day when Nick heads down the stairs. I look at the clock. 8:50am. Perfect. I hand him his coffee mug without taking my eyes off of my phone. A small thanks drifts through the air, but I still don't look.

"What is going on at 9:30?" His voice finally pulls my eyes off my phone screen and onto him. Does he really not know? Unlike him.

"Interview. The interviewers name is Kathy, the questions should mostly be regarding your newest album and the tour we're working on."

He just nods, sips at his coffee and pulls his phone from his pocket. At this point, I don't know if I should be relieved or terrified, but I am going to go with the benefit of the doubt and try my best to stay relieved.

The car ride was normal, like it always is. Nick and I just talking like best friends. Nothing more, nothing less. When we pull up to the studio where the interview is at, we have to drive carefully through tons of screaming teenage girls, guards on either side trying their best to hold them back. This is something I still haven't gotten used to. It's so normal for us, but still so strange. I think this is also another reason I don't want my relationship with Nick to change. Can I handle how much pure hatred is going to be thrown my way just for loving him? I decide not to think about it too much and focus on prepping Nick for some questions that may come up during his interview.

We do the typical swift run inside past fans and are greeted with smiles from the crew waiting inside. I am watching Nick get ready. He is just acting so normal. Way too normal. It's throwing me off. It's kind of like I don't know what to do with myself. I expected something so grand, and I got normal, but isn't that what I wanted? Wait, is this what he wanted? To get me all in my head? Ugh. I don't know and I fucking hate this.

I'm startled by a hand being placed on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you, just wanted to ask if we can go ahead and start." It's the production manager.

"Oh yeah, of course. Sorry I was a little zoned out there" I laugh softly.

Nick looks at me, gives me a small wink and steps on stage. Again, being way too fucking normal.

The interview wraps, and we make our way back out of the studio. Nick had me arrange for more security to join the ones that were already here because he wanted to take some time to meet with fans and take photos, but without enough security its dangerous. Once we step outside the screams erupt. It's almost deafening. I really should start carrying earplugs around with me.

As I'm standing back, watching him take pictures and sign things I notice large flashing lights, paparazzi. Another thing that's hard to get used to. At things like this they are usually pretty tame, but sometimes the following you everywhere and screaming at you gets to be too much. It's a big chunk of the reason when Nick and I hang out with stay at his place. Paparazzi is everywhere even without you knowing it. One time, we were craving ice cream at like 1:30 in the morning so we ran to the gas station maybe 5 minutes away from his house and the next morning there were at least 25 pictures of us literally just getting ice cream. The backlash of it didn't help much either. This was early in me being his assistant so not many people knew of me, meaning that dating rumors were swirling, and I was getting hate thrown my way left and right. We had to make a public statement that I was his assistant just to get it to stop. It was kind of a mess. I couldn't even imagine what I would have to deal with if we were actually dating.

After a while of meeting with fans we make our way into the car. We are, thankfully, perfectly on time. "So, how are you feeling about tour coming up?" I ask him.

He shrugs a bit. "I love tour, it's fun to travel and meet new people everywhere you go, but it's also the most stressful thing on the planet." He laughs, "I'm sure Paul will do some sessions to prepare you for it, but I know you can handle it."

I've never been on tour with anyone. The only other people I have worked for have been boring business men, so the most fun we had was company parties. This life is so new to me and tour life is even newer, but I'm also kind of excited. I know it will be crazy, but how bad could it be traveling with my best friend? Also, the guys in his band are so fucking cool. But I hope he is right, I hope I can handle it.

When we get to lunch we are greeted with big hugs from his tour manager, we have met with him quite a few times over the past few months, since tour is getting closer and closer, so we have definitely gotten to know each other a bit. He is a super nice guy, and super funny, always cracking jokes. The lunch stays mostly business since we are on a time crunch, with the photoshoot being soon. Usually, if we have time the 3 of us sit and talk for hours, but this time its quick and to the point and we are off to the next thing.

I am sitting across the room from nick as the crew is getting him ready for the photoshoot. I am trying to get some talking points together for our dinner with Paul, but I can't concentrate. Nick is sitting in the chair with his shirt off and I can't take my eyes off of him. I just keep thinking about the other night, our bodies pressed together, his length filling me up and pounding into me, me practically begging him to never stop. I shake my head. No Y/N stop it. I can't think about that...man is it going to be hard to not think about that... He eventually stands up and he catches me staring at him, he gives me a little wink before speaking loud enough that I can hear him from across the room.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." I know he's doing this to fuck with me. I lift my hand, shaking my head and flipping him off. He laughs before being whisked away by the crew.

I'm watching the photoshoot now and he looks so fucking good, my mind drifts off a bit once again. It's like I can hear his groans in my ear again, him telling me so sternly to cum for him, my legs are practically shaking just at the thought. Fuck. This is not good. I pull myself out of my head and try my best to get back to work.

"I saw you staring at me during the photoshoot." The words catch me off guard, but I try to not let him notice that. We are in the car on the way to dinner. I don't say anything back and pretend to stay focused on my work, but he speaks again. "You know, you really can take all the pictures of me you want, just to remember me by, of course." He speaks teasingly, and I roll my eyes, finally shooting a retort at him.

"I think I'm okay on that, I sadly have to stare at your face too much already."

He laughs, "Oo okay, that one hurt, I can't lie, but..." He leans in closer to me and then lowers his voice so only the two of us can hear "I don't know if that's what you were thinking when you were begging me to fuck you harder the other night." My breath hitches. That, I definitely wasn't expecting. The throbbing between my thighs is back but I try my best to ignore it. I need to think of something to say back and I need to think of it quick, but it's hard when all I want to do is jump on top of him and have him fuck me until I can't take it anymore, but instead I playfully push him away from me and snap back with an annoyed, yet joking tone, "ah, ya see, I was just being nice that night. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

He leans back even further, clutching his heart dramatically "Wow, that one stung." He drops his hand. "Good thing I know it's a lie. I just hope all that staring at me means you're thinking about it, because I certainty spend a lot of my time thinking about" His words come out so nonchalantly. The throbbing between my thighs is growing more intense and the thought of him just simply thinking about fucking me is driving me insane.

'Not a lie." Is all I can manage to say.

Dinner went smoothly and quickly, so we get back to Nick's at a decent time. The second we are both out of the car I am swooped up off of my feet. I small terrified noise leaves my mouth before I realize it's Nick. Once I do I can't help my laugh and try to squirm away from him.

"I'm sorry but what the fuck are you doing?" I say in between attempts to make him set me free.

He's just laughing. Honestly, I'm not trying too hard to get away, his arms wrapped tightly around me being something I am not mad about in the slightest.

"Will you quit." He says, walking us up to the house. "I was just making sure you didn't try and run away to your apartment already."

I would've too. I would've got right into the front seat and had George take me home. But I lie "Well, number one, I wasn't going to run away, and number two, please put me the fuck down."

He puts me down but only once we are inside. I give him a clearly joking yet still angry look as I try and straighten myself out. "You know, we are adults, you could have asked me nicely to stay."

"Yeah, but where is the fun in that?" He speaks with a wink, heading into the living room.

We watch movies all night and the feeling of normalcy is something I needed. We just had fun and cracked jokes the whole time while stuffing our faces with snacks. I didn't realize until now that I truly really, really needed this. I wasn't just scared of what Nick was going to be like today, but I was scared if we could even act kind of normal around each other, but tonight means we can and that is giving me so much hope that everything is going to be okay.

I have to call it quits around 1 am, I have to be back here early and while I would normally stay here, with this little deal we have going on I am not risking it. Nick walks me to the door, but as I am about to walk out of it he stops me. I turn to him, thinking I forgot something, but once our eyes meet his hands are gently placing themselves on my cheeks. He isn't saying anything, he's just looking at me and I am looking right back. My heart is practically melting. I wish I could just tell him how I feel, but I don't. I just keep looking. We are like this for a few seconds before I see his eyes sadden. I want to grab him, to do anything and everything to take his sadness away, but I don't move.

"Nick..." I speak softly.

He doesn't say anything. His hands drop from my cheeks and he steps back, but I don't move. It's like my body won't let me turn away from him, won't let our eyes pull from each other. It takes ever ounce of myself to finally turn away from him. It's like I can feel pieces of my heart falling to the ground.

Now it's clear. This is going to be the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

[delectablyalicee]

Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part7

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

*RING RING RING* I groan at the loud sound penetrating into my ear drums. I toss and turn attempting to ignore it, but it is incessant. I finally, reluctantly, open my eyes and turn toward the sound, it's my cell phone ringing, but without looking at who is calling I turn it off. My head is pounding, and my mouth is dry, the last thing I want to do is answer the phone. I turn my head to look at Nick, somehow still sleeping peacefully beside me. He looks so calm and relaxed; his hair is disheveled but he still looks so fucking cute. The blanket is barely covering his naked body.

I remember what happened last night, and I wish I could be laying here so stoked about it, so excited that it happened, but I can't be. I fucking told myself I would stop at flirting, but I just couldn't help it. Almost every day for 6 months I have been with this man and every single day I fall more and more in love with him, how long did I think I was going to be able to pretend I didn't have these feelings? How long did I think I could put off these feelings? The problem is, all this doesn't change the fact that I don't know if I can do this with him. If I can make things ever go past being his assistant. I don't know. Everything is just too fucking much right now and my head is throbbing.

Plus, what is Nick going to say when he gets up? I know he will remember, he isn't one to ever black out, but still. Just the thought of having to have this talk is sending my anxiety through the roof and being hungover is definitely not helping. I don't want to regret what happened. I want to cherish it forever, think about it all the fucking time, but my brain won't let me not hate myself for it. I am going to have to figure this out and figure it out quick.

I need to pee, so I try to gently move off the bed. I don't want to wake Nick, but the second my feet hit the floor I feel a hand grab gently at my wrist.

"Please don't tell me you are running away." the words come out with sleepiness and sadness dripping from them.

I take a deep breath and turn toward him, I look at his face, tired from just waking up but still so handsome. I want to grab a hold of him and never let go. "I'm not running away." I stand up, his hand falling from my wrist. "I'm just going pee, I promise." I speak as I make my way toward the bathroom I hear him call out my name quietly, but I am already in the bathroom before he can say anything else. I shut the door behind me and lean against it for support. I bury my face into my hands. Fuck fuck fuck, I am so fucking fucked. Taking yet another deep breath I pull myself together. I can do this. I can handle this, I am an adult. I shake off some of my anxieties and actually go pee. As I'm washing my hands there is a knock on the door.

"Please don't avoid me, you know we have to talk about this Y/N." Again, his words sound sad and it almost rips me in two. I would never want to make such a wonderful human being so sad, yet here I am, doing it. It hurts so bad.

I open the door and nick is standing there, only his boxers on his body. I go to speak but before any words are able to leave my mouth there is a loud knock at the door, before either of us can react, its swinging open. My eyes widen, realizing I am still naked I retreat behind the bathroom door, closing it quickly. I then hear Joe's voice echo loudly through the room.

"Ah, good morning beautiful people. It's a wonderful day, isn't it?"

How does he sound so cheery after last night? There is no way he isn't hungover, it was /his/ birthday party after all.

I'm listening for Nick's response it takes him a second, but he finally answers. "Dude, can you quiet it down, some of us don't have freak bodies like yours and actually get hangovers. Seriously, how are you not dying? You were more drunk than I was last night."

I hear Joe laugh. "I don't know dude, I just woke up feeling..." he stops. "Wait, where is Y/N?"

Nick answers more quickly than I expected to, "the bathroom, we woke up about 2 seconds before you so rudely barged in."

Nick seems annoyed, but Joe is currently my life saver. I had no clue what I was going to say to Nick, and this stalling is working perfectly in my favor, but I can't hide in here forever, so I grab a towel, wrapping it around my body before opening the door with a smile.

"Hey Joe" is all I say. I try to sound as sweet as I can, I don't want him to get any sort of hint of the tension going on right now.

"Ah, beautiful, sweet, wonderful Y/N!" He grins. Breakfast is being served downstairs, so you two better get to it before it gets cold. He turns to leave, shoots me a wink, and is gone.

Nick looks at me, I look back at him but stay quiet. He sighs before finally speaking. "There are spare clothes in here, hold on." He walks over to a closet, grabbing a t-shirt and what looks to be basketball shorts. He hands them to me. "They might be a little big."

"It's okay, thank you." I say as I take them from him. He looks away from me now, putting his own clothes back on, as he is doing that I slide on the clothes he gave me, they are big, but at least they're comfortable, better than having to put back on that dress. I finish before he does, so I start to make my way toward the door.

"We can't avoid this forever." This time his words sounds more angry.

I turn and look at him, but he isn't even facing me. "I know." Is all I say before I'm out the door.

The smell of food hits me as soon as I leave the room, I pull in a big breath of what smells like pancakes, or waffles... or maybe even crepes? Whatever it is, it's calling my name. I head down the stairs and am greeted by probably 20 or so people, they all look like they had a lot of fun last night and are shoveling food into their faces. Joe comes over to me, handing me a glass of water, I take it, practically chugging half of it right away. "help yourself to whatever you want" Joe says. I grin and thank him, taking a seat at the large dining table and grabbing a plate of food. I grab a strawberry from my plate and as I'm taking a bite I see Nick walk into the room. He looks at me but looks away quickly. I frown. There is no avoiding this, despite how much I wish we could.

It's time to go. Nick had gone up to the room and grabbed our things as I called for a ride. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when it wasn't George who answered, I knew he would know something was up, and despite how much I love him, that is not what I needed right now.

"Ready?" I turned to Nick once he got back downstairs. He just nodded and started to walk toward the door. I wanted to grab him. To stop him from walking away from me, to kiss him until my lips were numb, but instead I let him walk away. I trailed slowly behind, sliding beside him in the back of the car.

It was silent the whole ride. The only noise was the radio, which thankfully the driver had turned up to cut the silence. Once we got to Nicks house he was out of the car and inside before I even had a chance to collect my things. I could've had the driver take me right to my apartment, but I owed Nick more than that. So, I got out and went inside. I saw him making his way up the stairs.

"Nick." I said loud enough for him to hear me. He stopped, and I could see him hesitate, like he was deciding if he should ignore me or not. "Like you said, we can't avoid this." This made him turn around.

"We can't, but I also don't know if I can listen to you telling me how much you regret it and how big of a mistake it was, while I would have to sit there thinking about how amazing getting to be with you like that was. How just thinking about you, there, naked in front of me doesn't just fill me with lust, but pure joy." His words come out in a mix of anger and frustration, sadness trailing behind them.

His words are making me want to scream at him that I love him, that I want to be with him for the rest of my life, that I want us to run away and never look back, but I can't. "I don't regret it." I speak sternly, I want him to believe me because it's true. I take a deep breath before continuing. "I don't regret it, but it wasn't smart. I love this, all of this, I love being your assistant, I love my job, I enjoy every second we spend together and doing whatever this is, is only going to lead to bad things for both of us. Right now, as things are, I get to see you every day while doing my dream job. We move forward with this and it goes south, I lose my dream job and my best friend, and I don't think I can handle that."

He just stares at me, he is silent for what feels like forever, but then he straightens up and nods his head. "Okay, fine."

What? What did he say? Okay fine? What is that supposed to mean? I look at him, confused. "Okay, fine?" I repeat back.

"Fine." He says. "Fine, we'll keep it how it was," he pauses, "but, if I make you crack, If I make you realize that you want more from me than what you're saying you want, have to promise me you will give it a try. Scared or not, if I can crack you, we have to try."

I take a second to process what he just said to me. I guess I don't have much of a choice at this point, do I? I continue to hide my true feelings and get to keep my dream job and my best friend. "Okay, deal." I say.

"Great. The game begins." He grins and turns away from me, disappearing up the stairs.  

[delectablyalicee]

Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part 7) (*smut warning*)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

With our arms tightly interlocked we swiftly made our way up the extravagant stairs of the home. Attempting to not get stopped along the way, we moved quickly until Nick opened up a door to what looked to be a gorgeous master bedroom. As soon as the door opened I saw Joe sitting on the bed, I had never met him, but I would recognize him anywhere. As soon as he sees its us he grins and stands up, rushing over to Nick, their bodies hit hard as they hug tightly. An "I missed you dude" and a "Happy Birthday, old man!" fly through the air as they hug. Once they pull apart, Joe turns to me with a grin, "Ah, you must be Y/N, I have heard wayyy too much about you. And man," he takes a step back to let his eyes drift over me and my outfit, but it's quick, nothing creepy. "you do you look gorgeous, Nick better watch out tonight." He gives a devious wink to Nick who groans in response, Joe's arms wrapping tightly around my body. I grin back with a small laugh, letting my arms move around him as well, squeezing him tight.

I laugh a bit at his last little comment before speaking "Well, thank you, and I've heard a lot about you too! Oh also, Happy Birthday, thank you for having me tonight!" I speak sweetly, our bodies separating.

"Of course! Thank you for coming, but since introductions are over, let's have a little fun, shall we?" He says, a small smirk on his lips as he grabs my hand. I quickly finish what was left of my drink in my other hand and set down the empty cup so I can take hold of Nick, tugging him with me as Joe pulls us quickly out of the bedroom.

As soon as we step out of the door Joe is bombarded with hello's and happy birthday's by people who seem to be his friends. He is throwing out thank you's and hugs left and right. Nick and I use this opportunity to sneak away from him, heading back down the stairs. Once we hit the landing Nick grabs my hand and leads me through the crowd which I am so thankful for. I have no idea where I am going in this huge house and I also don't want to lose Nick trying to find my way through it. He leads me to the kitchen where there is food and bottles of alcohol anywhere and everywhere your eyes can see. The night is still young, so there are not too many people drunkenly shoveling food into their mouths, though I expect that will be a scene I will run into later into the night.

I was too mesmerized by the amount of food and alcohol that I hadn't even noticed that Nick had made us some drinks until he was holding a black solo cup to me. "Here, it's a vodka sprite." I take it with a smile.

"Thanks. It's so weird coming to this not being your assistant. It's like I don't even know what to do with myself." I laugh a bit, taking a sip of the drink. Its strong and burns all the way down my throat, but I don't hate it. What I said was true though, the whole time I have worked for Nick we have been to many a party together, but if I am there its always more of a business party. I am there as his assistant and we mingle as such, and I barely drink (I've had a few accidental slip ups of drinking more than I should have, but we are going to forget about those. Although, I still always manage to stay more sober than Nick, which is something I tend to pride myself on.) He laughs, also taking a sip of his drink before he grabs my free hand with his. Looking me right in the eyes as he speaks. Before his lips even part I feel my heart flutter.

"You just have to have fun." And with that, we were off into the crowd.

God I am having so much fucking fun. We've been here for a few hours, but its only felt like minutes, time is truly flying and in the best way possible. Since I started working for Nick I haven't done anything like this, not that I did it much before, but still. I haven't had time to sit and hang out and drink and get drunk and everything in between. We were sitting on one of the many couches Joe has about his house. I am certainly feeling very tipsy. I am not drunk quiet yet but once the drink in my hand is gone, I'll be there. I am feeling great right now. I can tell Nick is on his way to being drunk too. The flirting is always more toned back when he's sober but when he's drunk its more frequent and a lot less subtle. It has never bothered me much, because who wouldn't want someone as hot as Nick Jonas to flirt with you, but I usually (nicely) shoot it down fast and quick. Although, tonight I've caught myself flirting back, the alcohol running through me is causing me to not give a fuck, and at this point, I'm glad. It's been 6 months of fighting my feelings and 6 months of being completely fucking exhausted from it, so now that I have a chance to let go and relax, I'm not going to be doing it. I mean don't get me wrong, I meant what I said about keeping it professional, but a little flirting never hurt anyone. It's what comes after the flirting that I need to make sure, drunk or not, I steer clear from.

Nick is to my left and a few of his friends are to my right, filling up the space on the couch. There are people in front of us as well. We have formed a little circle filled with laughter and jokes. Some people with us I've met countless times at other parties with Nick, some I have never seen until this very moment, but it doesn't matter because it feels like we have all been friends for years. Alcohol really is a gift when it comes to getting along with people. Everyone is your friend if you're drunk enough.

Someone is telling a story and I look into the cup in my hand, it's almost empty. Everyone is listening and cracking jokes about parts of the story and that's when I feel a hand around my waist. I look to my right, the guy beside me is so enthralled with the story, and so drunk, that he doesn't even notice I'm looking at him. I then turn to my left and I see it, Nicks arm wrapped gently around me. He does this, usually jokingly when we are hanging out watching a movie or something. I think he usually just does it to annoy me because I typically quickly pull it off with a laugh as soon as I feel him around me.

I don't know if he sees me looking at him or if he just doesn't care, but he stays focused on the girl telling the story. Normally by now his arm would be gone from my waist, but my skin is tingling beneath his touch and the last thing I want is for that feeling to stop. I reach with my free hand and grab his wrist gently, I can tell he's getting ready for me to throw it off as I usually do, but I don't. Instead I pull his arm tighter around me, scooting closer to him to fill any and all space between us. He gives my waist a small squeeze, almost like he is thanking me for keeping his arm there. My heart is racing, but I couldn't be any happier.

I'm drunk, I am definitely drunk. I am stoked to be drunk, so fucking stoked to be drunk. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I have been drunk? Sure, I've gotten pretty tipsy, but not drunk. Everything people say to me is like music to my ears, words are more insightful, jokes are funnier, compliments send my heart racing more than they ever would normally. My body feels so loose and calm, my typically scrambled brain feels so clear and I am just enjoying every moment of it. I've had another drink since we left the couch. There are different people surrounding us this time and we are in the living room, music is blaring and everyone around us is swinging their bodies around in drunken, care free dance moves. Nick is talking to someone, I'm not sure who he is but I don't care. I finish off the drink in my hand, set down the cup and join a small group of girls who are dancing like no one else is in the room.

I'm not sure how long I was dancing for, but I realize I haven't seen Nick in a while, not that we need to be with each other 24/7, but if sober me is in love with him, drunk me is absolutely, madly, and eternally in love with him. Just looking in his general direction sends butterflies a buzz in my stomach, and the more drunk I get, every time he speaks to me, no matter what he is saying starts a throbbing between my thighs. I have always been turned on by Nick, I have spent many a night wondering what it would be like to finally have sex with him, and I can usually keep those thoughts under control, but tonight I don't even know what control is.

I'm scanning the room for him and we catch eyes. He had migrated to the edge of the room, a few of his friends I recognize around him. As soon as he sees me he smiles. I can tell he's drunk; his cheeks are a little rosier than normal and his smile is just a little more relaxed than usual. I say bye to the girls I was with before I make my way toward him. It takes me a second to drunkenly weave my way through other drunks, but I make it there. His friends are talking amongst themselves and his eyes haven't left me. Once I reach him I take the cup from his hand with a cheeky, drunken grin, taking a sip and handing it back. He just continues to watch me.

"You have absolutely no idea how happy it makes me that I just watched the most gorgeous girl in this entire house walk through that crowd of people and directly to me" He speaks slowly, and quietly so only I can hear. His words are slightly slurred from the alcohol, but he spoke them with conviction and meaning.

His words caught me off guard, and my heart begins to race again. What do I say to that? What do I do? Normally I would make some off handed joking comment about it and move on, but I can't tonight. Tonight, I just want him to scoop me up and run away with me.

I still haven't said anything and before I even get the chance to attempt to form some sort of sentence together he has turned away and joined the conversation with his friends, but it was like that's what he wanted. For me to be so caught off guard that I couldn't reply even if I wanted to. He's talking but I can't help but keep looking at him. His arm muscles are tugging at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it taut against his skin. All I can think about his him picking me up with those arms and tossing me onto a bed and doing whatever the fuck he wants to me.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." The words pull me out of my head and my gaze snaps up to meet Nick's, he's laughing a little bit, and I feel my cheeks warm up. I go to drop my head down to hide the blush, but before I get a chance Nicks hand is on my chin, keeping my head up and our eyes on each other. "I was just joking, you can stare at me as long as you want to." He speaks teasingly. This time I'm not going to give him what he wants, this time I'm going to tease him back. So, I take the cup from his hand once again, taking a large drink from it before saying. "Staring is much more fun when there aren't any clothes in the way." I speak as confidently as I can with how drunk I am before turning on my heels and heading toward the kitchen to get my own drink. I don't look back at him, but I hope this time he was the one caught off guard.

As I was making my drink the girls I was dancing with earlier find their way into the kitchen and I end up enthralled with hearing stories of their crazy lives. One is a stripper with 3 (yes I said 3) sugar daddies, one is a elementary teacher, which is normal to me until I realize that before they spotted me I saw her do a bump of coke from a nifty little holder thing on her keys, and the other one is an event planner, and I guess, according to her and her friends her parties never disappoint. I'm listening to the coke doing elementary teacher tell a story when I spot Nick again. When we catch eyes he playfully winks at me and I lift my hand to flip him off. I can see him laugh and he gestures me over toward him. I excuse myself from the girls and make my way to him. He looks at the cup in my hand.

"I see you have finally gotten your own drink."

"Only because yours was getting empty."

He laughs.

I look at my phone 3:56 am. Nick and I drunkenly stumble into one of the guest rooms of Joe's house. Perk of being here with the birthday boy's brother, you get your own secret place to crash. I sit down on the end of the bed, I've been too drunk to realize but my feet are fucking killing me. I kick my shoes off of me before standing back up. I turn to see Nick pulling his belt from his body, letting it fall to the ground. Again, I find myself staring. He's just so fucking gorgeous. Before I know it the pulsing between my thighs is back and I can feel my breathing start to get heavier. My mind is almost immediately off into one of the dirtiest places it's been in a while. I can't help it, drunk me is horny me, always has been.

"What, are you wishing my clothes were off right now to make your staring "more fun"?" Again, his voice snaps me back to reality. His words were playfully, but serious and I can feel myself start to soak through the black panties I have on underneath my dress. Again, I'm not going to give him what he wants so instead of freezing like the first time I retaliate.

"Maybe I am. Who knows." I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, but I keep my eyes on him.

He looks at me but says nothing. We keep our eyes locked together and only a few seconds pass by before he hooks his fingers into the fabric of his shirt and pulls it off his body, dropping it to the floor. My breath hitches at the sight, its nothing I haven't seen a million times before, but this time it's different.

It's like I didn't even need any time to think, like my body just reacted before my brain could even process anything. The second his shirt landed on the ground it was over and I practically leaped into his arms, our lips crashing together in a drunken, wonderful mess. My legs hook themselves around him and his hands are planted firmly under my ass to hold me up. Our tongues dart out to meet each other and it's like I can't get enough of him. Like 6 months of pent up sexual frustration is coming out through our lips.

Before I know it, my body is falling, and I land gently onto the mattress. Nick is standing in front of me and his hands are working at the button of his jeans. I let my eyes watch him for a second before hiking my dress up over my thighs and hooking my fingers around the edges of my underwear. Once I see his eyes drop to watch me I lift my hips and slowly, teasingly pull them from my body. I dance them down my legs and toss them at him with a sweet little wink. He catches them in his hand, giving me a chuckle.

"Fuck, I cannot handle you." His voice is low, and he doesn't take his eyes off my body. I take advantage of this and let my hand slide slowly between my thighs. My fingers dancing teasingly over my clit. The feeling sends a tingle of pleasure all over my body. I see him bite roughly at his lip as I move my hand down just a little more, so I am able to slowly, teasingly slide one finger into myself. I can't help but let out a small whimper at the feeling.

"Don't you think we should find out if you can handle me before we jump to conclusions?" My eyes stay focused on him. My words come out playfully and when I speak his gaze finally moves to meet mine. He chuckles almost deviously this time and before I knew it his pants hit the ground and he was on top of me, our lips together once again. I let my arms wrap tight around his muscular body and thrust my hips upward into him, practically begging for him to fuck me without actually saying it. He takes the hint and I feel him move, then with one quick thrust forward I feel him fill me up. I let out a loud groan of pure and utter pleasure. I have waited so long to feel him inside of me. I have thought about it so many times and the reality is so much better than I ever could have imagined.

"oh fuck oh fuck, please keep going." I whimper out, eagerly bucking my hips against him. He continues to thrust into me, and my back arches as my entire body is practically shaking with pleasure. His head is buried into my neck and the groans falling from his mouth are driving me absolutely fucking insane. I beg him to fuck me harder and he listens, pounding into me with sounds of pleasure loudly falling from both of our mouths. I feel my core start to tighten and I wrap my legs around his body, almost not being able to handle everything I'm feeling right now I barely get my words out, "Fuck Nick I'm about to.."

"Cum for me." His words are stern and wrapped in groans of pleasure. Hearing his voice sends me completely over the edge. He continues to thrust into me and my body fills up with pure and absolute bliss. My orgasm ravaging every inch of me. I feel my walls tighten around him and within a few seconds I feel his warm cum filling me up. He falls on top of me and we are both panting messes. I take a second to catch my breath before reaching my hands up to cup his cheeks, lifting his head to look at me. I linger just a second, admiring how much he truly means to me before I press my lips to his.  

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Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (part 6)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting

I promised Nick that I would be back way before we had to go to dinner, and despite everything going on I wasn't going to break that promise. I showered at my apartment and threw on some comfortable clothes. Just bringing everything I needed to get ready with me in a bag. It was only a little after 3, so I didn't want to show up all ready for dinner. I also brought with me everything I needed for Joe's birthday party tonight. George had helped me pick out a present for him, since I don't really know Joe I was pretty lost on what to get, but thankfully George had been around him for years and knew the things he loves.

I also had secretly snagged George and his wife a few gifts while we were out to thank them for all they did for me today. I got George a tie I saw him looking at and picked out a beautiful diamond necklace for his wife, so when he came to pick me up I handed them both to him with a grin. "sorry they aren't wrapped up or anything, but I wanted to thank you both for today." I said as he took the bag with the gifts inside from me. When he sees what's inside I see a wide smile spread over his face, he thanks me and gives me the best hug he can while we're in a car before we head off to Nicks house. I'm not sure what I expect when I get there, but I really hope things are just back to normal, that's what I really need right now.

I say goodbye to George once we get to Nicks place, and he thanks me again and even gets out of the car to give me a proper hug. I squeeze him tight before we part ways and I turn to face Nicks front door. Okay, you got this. I walk up to the door, using my key to open it. Once I step inside I hear noise coming from the living room, it sounds like the TV.

"It's just me" I called out.

"Hey, I'm in the living room" he calls back to me.

I slip off my shoes and set my stuff down on the counter before making my way toward the living room. There is a movie playing on the TV, nothing I recognize, and Nick is sitting on the couch. He turns his head to look at me and flashes me a smile. Relief fills me up. It's back to normal and I couldn't be happier. I grin back at him before falling down into my usual spot beside him on the couch.

We spent the next few hours sitting on the couch, watching movies just like we always did in our free time. Everything felt so normal, I couldn't be happier. The only problem is that... I'm still falling in love with him. It felt like this was more than him just being my boss, or him just being my friend, but it wasn't until I saw that girl in his bed this morning that I knew it was really true, but am I willing to give up my dream job? Am I willing to give up my best friend? I don't know... I don't know if I can do that. If I let it go past what we have now, and it doesn't work out, everything I love about my life will come to a screeching halt. I just don't think I can handle that.

I checked my phone, it was 5:30. Shit. I didn't realize it was that late.

"Fuck. We really should start getting ready, I don't want to be late, this is a huge meeting for you." I said, getting up from the couch. "Do you need to shower? Do you know what you are going to wear? Oh, also, do you have your present for your brother ready? I can get someone to get it together if not while we are gone" I let the words fall carelessly from my mouth as I make my way to the kitchen, Nick is notorious for putting things off, so I've gotten used to asking these questions. I can hear him chuckle from behind me, as he follows me to the kitchen, helping me with my bags. I turn around with a small laugh "What? It's literally my job to make sure of all those things." "True." He says, following me up the guest bedroom.

I had basically made the guest bedroom my room. There's been plenty of nights I just crashed here after getting home late or accidently falling asleep while we were hanging out. He sets my bag on the bed and immediately shewed him out of the room. "please go get ready, don't be late!" I speak sternly yet jokingly, closing the door once he is out of the room.

I step in front of the full-length mirror hung on the wall beside the closet and double check how I look. I smooth out the blouse I have on then pull on a cute, but casual pair of heels to top it off. I'm topping my hair off with some hairspray when I hear a knock on the door followed by Nicks voice "It's almost 6" I grab my purse off of the bed and open the door to greet him. "I know, and George is already outside waiting so let's get a move on."

Dinner went well. Nick always does great in interviews and thankfully the head of the magazine wasn't a complete asshole. Unfortunately, during my time working for Nick we have definitely run into a few of those. Although, he always impresses me with the way he handles them. Always smooth and graceful. We got back from dinner with a good amount of time to spare before we had to head to Joe's party. We both go our separate ways to get ready.

I step in front of the full-length mirror once again, I made my hair into tighter curls and added some volume. I have on the dress I picked out earlier today. It's a tight lacy black dress that hits me right in the middle of the thigh. It's perfect, not too long, not too short, but definitely sexy for sure. I have a cute pair of black pumps to top it off and some beautiful jewelry Louise picked out for me. The dress hugs my figure in all the right ways, and I really do feel great. All finished getting dressed I open the door and step out of the bedroom, greeted by Nick who looks as though he was just about to knock. His eyes immediately dart down, taking a glance at me from head to toe. I can't help but blush at his reaction.

"Wow... I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude and stare, but you really do look amazing..." he speaks but his eyes are still on my body. He's seen me dressed up for things before, but I usually keep it still pretty lowkey. Louise told me I needed to have a little fun with my outfit tonight, and I guess she was right. My cheeks are still burning and the fact that Nick cannot keep his eyes off my body is not helping anything. I playfully hit him in the shoulder with my purse.

"Okay okay, calm down pervy McGee. We have places to be... Oh, and you look wonderful yourself." I say as I start to make my way down the stairs. He really did look good, but then again, he always looks good. That's another thing that is impressive about him. It doesn't matter where we are going or what we are doing he looks great.

When we stepped outside it was weird not seeing George there, but I remembered he had plans with his wife. The man picking us up is named Nicko, he has driven us a few times before and is always a very nice guy.

"Wow, you look beautiful miss (Y/L/N)." he says as he opens the door for me. I thank him with a smile and slide into the backseat, Nick following right behind me.

"I guess I am going to have a lot of competition tonight." Nick says jokingly

I laugh, shaking my head.

Nick and I talked the whole drive, apparently, since we barely talked all morning we had a lot to catch up on that we didn't get through when we were watching movies. The drive seemed to go by quickly because before I knew it we were pulling up to a gorgeous house. It was a little more rugged and modern than Nick's and there were people flowing into the huge front doors with gift bags in hand. I did see a few familiar faces, as well as a lot I didn't know. I knew the birthday party would be a big deal, but people were coming in droves, and I really did not expect that. Although, I am excited to have some fun. I am here tonight as Nick's friend and not his assistant, which will make having fun a lot easier. Nicko stops the car and gets out to open the door for us, Nick steps out and thanks him and I follow doing the same. He offers me his arm as usual and I take it, walking up to the doors.

We are almost immediately greeted with hellos, I'm sure Nick knows most of the people here tonight, so I expect it to be filled with a lot of mingling. As soon as we step inside we are handed drinks which we both take graciously. Nick politely steps us away from the people we were talking to on the way in and keeps our arms locked tightly together so we don't lose each other in the crowd. He leans in close to me before he speaks so I can hear him.

"I want to find Joe, I texted him before we came and made him stay put so we don't end up never seeing him tonight. I want him to meet you."

His last few words spread goosebumps over your body. He is really making this whole "trying to remain professional" thing almost impossible. I am honestly surprised I haven't broken sooner. The things he says to me come out of his mouth like butter. Smooth and warm. Like if you were able to touch them they would melt instantly against your skin. Just the simple words "I want him to meet you" have me swooning and considering Nick flirts with me any chance he gets, tonight should be interesting.

Note: I promise things are going to get a little more fluffy, and romantic and steamy ;) here soon lol I hope you guys are enjoying! I always love feedback too!

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Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part 5)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

I set my phone down beside me on the counter and start the coffee, just as I have done almost every day for 6 months. Again, I cannot let this get to me. I love my job, I love being Nick's assistant and allowing it to get any further than professional will just completely ruin everything, and I can't let that happen. I just need to stay focused on what we have planned for the day and continue on like normal... I just wish that was easier than it is proving to be.

As the coffee brews I lean against the counter, grabbing the planner from my bag and looking through it. The meeting this morning with Paul is to discuss schedule changes, so I want to familiarize myself with what is already going on. Before I know it, a small beep comes from the coffee maker and I turn to see the coffee pot full. I need this, not only am I running on barely any sleep, but this morning was just a little...much. I grab two coffee mugs from the cabinet and fill mine, as I am adding in the cream and sugar I hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, they are a little slower than normal, giving me a second to take a deep breath. I've got this. I am okay, and things are fine. I let the breath fall past my lips and grab the empty mug beside me, filling it and leaving it black before turning to nick with a smile and handing it over. He takes it but doesn't smile back. His mouth opens as if he's about to say something, but I stop him.

"I don't know what you're about to say, but it's fine. In fact, I hope you had fun, we have a long day, so a little relief is always good." I try and let the words come out as confident and smooth as I can, even adding in a small joking tone, pushing back every bit of hurt inside of myself. I don't want him to think I can't do this. I'm keeping it professional whether either of us like it or not.

He sighs, taking a sip of his coffee. I think he gets the hint that the subject needs to be squashed because he just sits at the bar stool across the counter from me and stays quiet. I continue to look over the planner a little bit before the sound of Nick's voice finally breaks the silence.

"It's 9:25"

I look up at him. 6 months I have been here and for 6 months every time I look at him, every time our eyes meet I fall just that much more in love with him.

This is so fucking bad...

Thankfully, before I get a chance to say or do anything I hear the front door open, immediately taking my mind off of Nick and to focus on whoever is at the door. It's Paul. He greats us both with smiles and I walk over to meet him half way, we hug tightly before walking back over toward the kitchen, Nick stands, and they hug as well before we all make our way into the dining room. This is usually where we have our meetings. I love this room of Nicks house. There are huge windows lining the walls, allowing for the beautiful natural light to wash over the entire room. I come in here just to relax a lot of the time, it has a weird calming effect.

We sit down and thankfully get right to work.

"Sorry we have to skip right to the boring stuff," Paul says "but I have another meeting in about an hour"

Fuck, that I was not hoping to hear. The less time I spend alone with Nick right now the better.

"It's okay, I totally understand" I say with a smile, opening up the planner and laying It out in front of me.

The meeting is quick, Paul was only there for about 30 minutes before he had to head out. Nick and I both say our goodbyes to him and find ourselves alone once again. I know we have no lunch plans so this is the perfect time to slip out, even If it is a little early, and get everything I need for Joe's party tonight. So, as soon as Paul is out the door I start packing up my things.

"You don't have any lunch plans you would need me for, and I still need to pick a few things up before tonight, so I am going to head out, if that's okay?" I ask, as I am sliding my purse strap on my shoulder.

He looks at me for a second, quiet.

Ugh, I fucking hate this.

"Yeah, that's fine." Is all he says, turning to walk away from me. I grab him gently on the arm to stop him, he turns to me and I can see the hurt plastered on his face. This is killing me.

"I still have to get a dress, and a present. It's nothing fun you would want to tag along for. We have dinner at 6:30 with that magazine editor, I will be back way before then, I promise." I let sincerity coat my words. I am trying to show him that I am really okay, that this is all really okay.

He smiles with a nod and I step forward, so I can wrap my arms tightly around his body. Relief washes over me when I feel his arms engulf me in his usual, overly tight hug. We hug all the time, but this hug I have never been more grateful for. We sperate and I flash him a smile before stepping out the door, George waiting patiently for me outside.

George and I have also become close during my time working for Nick. We spend a lot of time in the car together, alone and with other people. He has a gorgeous wife named Louise and 3 of the cutest kids I've ever seen. I love the mornings when he picks me up and I get to see a video of his daughter singing the ABC's or his son showing off his newest drawing. Anytime I am stressed out from work or just life in general he always has a way of calming me down. So, when I got into the car and was quieter than normal he knew immediately something was up.

"Everything going okay?" he asks, turning toward me. Whenever we are in the car alone I always sit up front.

I tell him about a lot of my problems, but this one needs to stay between me and Nick, so I just give him a small smile and nod. "Yeah, I'm okay, life is kind of crazy right now, but It's okay, really. I appreciate you asking though." I speak sweetly and with confidence, needing him to believe I'm okay so he doesn't continue to ask questions.

He must have believed me because we continued the ride without another question about me. We spoke about his kids being on spring break, and how he and his wife have a date planned for tonight, so he won't be driving Nick and I later. It was honestly such a relief to have my mind taken off of everything that was going on that I barely even noticed when we pulled up to the clothing store. It was one I have never heard of, but it looked beautiful from what I could see.

"My wife told me to take you here, she said they have beautiful dresses." George says with a smile, sliding out of the car. I grin at him, "Well she is beautiful, so I am certainly going to take her word for it." I say, making my way out of the car as well.

I told George he didn't have to come in with me, but he insisted, he told me his wife wanted to facetime, so she could help me pick out my dress. We have met a few times, she is such a sweet woman, so I'm not surprised she wanted to help. We spent a few hours picking out the perfect dress and jewelry to match. It sounds weird, but it was just so much fun. My mind was so occupied that I didn't spend any time at all worrying about Nick and I really needed that.

After shopping, George dropped me off at my apartment. It has been weird not talking to Nick for this long, even when we weren't together were usually texting. I really meant it when I said we had gotten close, he is my boss, and I do see him that way, but we just click together so well that he is also honestly my friend. Unfortunately for me, he's my boss and my friend that I am falling madly in love with.

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Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part 4)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

Note: This chapter takes place after you have already been working for Nick for 6 months, I wanted to jump ahead a little bit to move things along. I hope you all like it!

I fall down onto the huge, soft bed in front of me. Landing onto my back as I check the time. 3:34 am. The mattress moves a bit with the addition of another body beside me. Nick. His head is turned to see the time displayed across my phone screen.

"fuck, is it really that late?" He asks, the smell of alcohol hitting me as he speaks.

I probably smell the same. We went to an album release party tonight for one of Nick's friends, and we both had a few more drinks than expecting.

"It looks to be" I said, clicking my phone off and laying it down on the bed in between us.

This isn't the first time I've found myself in Nick's bed this late at night. I've been working for him for 6 months now, and things have gone so surprisingly well. We really work well together, having the perfect connection to really make sure this works. Over the 6 months we have grown pretty close, since we spend almost every single day together, but it is still a professional relationship. Nick is amazing, and handsome is an understatement, but this job is important to me, and I would never want to do anything to mess that up. So, despite getting close with him I need to make sure to keep it as professional as I can, but its hard, its really really hard. He's just so fucking charming! It also doesn't help that we've spent many a late night together, really getting to know each other. We've had so many 3am talks just about anything and everything. I really feel like I know him..like he knows me but every time things start to take a turn past professional I squash it. I don't want to but I need to. It's so hard every time I do, almost seeing the disappointment painted on Nick's face when I leave after the talks we have instead of staying like he asks, or telling him to stop his flirting comments. It pains me just as much as I think it pains him, but I can't let it get personal. I just can't.

This late night is like most others, except this time we are both drunk so are talk gets personal. I love personal talks with him. He just has so many amazing things to say, the way he thinks about some things is just surprising.. in a good way. It feels like we've been talking forever and I can barely keep my eyes open, but I don't want it to end...

"What time is it?" I ask Nick, sleep dripping from my words.

I feel him move a bit to click my phone on, it still being between us. "5"

My eyes open wide when I hear what he says. "Are you joking? Holy shit I have to go." I say as I sit myself up on the bed and going to slide myself off but I am stopped by a gentle hand grabbing my wrist, I look to see Nick.

"Don't go (y/n).. Just stay this once.."

His words send a shiver down my spine, I want to stay so bad, but I can't. I know I can't and he knows I can't, but the way he said that made me almost break. I want nothing more than to lay myself back down in this bed and let him wrap is arms around me and just pull me into his chest and keep me safe and warm and never let me go, but.. I can't. So I shake my head.

"Nick, don't do that to me.. you know I can't stay.. I'm sorry" I say as my feet hit the ground. Gathering up all my things and sliding out the door without saying another word.

In the morning I say my typical hello to George as he picks me up from my apartment, same as every morning. I'm dragging my feet a little this morning, not only being hungover but just simply tired since I really only slept for about 2 hours. George and I make our small talk on the way to Nick's house, checking the agenda for today. It's not too bad, thankfully. 9:30am meeting with Paul to go over scheduling add on's and changes. This is really a meeting for me, but Nick likes to be there so he at least kinda knows what going on. I move my eyes up to look at the time, 8:45. Running right on time. I continue to look at the schedule, lunch is open, we'll play that by ear. 6:30 dinner with the head of a local L.A. magazine to talk doing a spread, and lastly 9:00 Joe's birthday party. Fuck. I completely forgot about Joe's birthday. I hadn't gotten the chance to meet him yet, as he's been about on tour but Nick warned me how big this party was gonna be, which was him, in short, telling me to take the "company card" and get something nice to wear and a present to bring. Fuck, fuck, fuck I totally forgot. I take a deep breath, its okay I'll go over lunch and get what I need...hopefully.

When we reach Nick's house I say a goodbye and a thank you to George and head on inside. Starting the coffee pot up right away as usual and calling out Nick's name. Sometimes he surprises me with being awake, but usually he's still sound asleep. So, like usual I make my way up to Nick's room, knocking once before swinging the door open as I call out his name again.

"Niiiickkkk wakey-wak---"

You're cut off by the view of a girl, completely naked laying beside him in bed. He his covered by the blanket from the waste down but only her lower legs are being covered. I immediately lift my hands to cover my eyes in shock, my heart dropping. He had to have called her right after I left.. I know I shouldn't be this hurt by that but I am. I know he hooks up with girls, I mean why wouldn't he? Especially after I always shoot down his advances, plus he's single and famous and so, so attractive, but over the past 6 months he's always made sure the girls were gone before I got here. I think he knows it hurts me, but maybe he's just done trying to hide it, but I really didn't think after last night he would let me find him like this..

"Oh..I...I am so sorry I did not expect.."

 You stammer out, but are cut off again, this time by Nicks voice.

 "(y/n)? Shit! I'm sorry I didn't.. shit I'll be right down" He says, you can hear the regret and embarrassment ringing from every word that leaves his mouth.

I just stepped back and quickly shut the door. I dropped my hand from my eyes and took a small breathe.. why is this hurting me so bad? Ugh, I need to suck it up. I can't be with him anyway, he has every right to be with whoever he wants. With that I made my way downstairs and poured my coffee, as usual. Taking a seat at the breakfast bar and pretending to look over the schedule in my phone, but really I'm trying to listen to what is happening upstairs. I can't hear much, just muffled voices and then finally, the door to his bedroom opening. I hear Soft, delicate foot steps heading down the stairs, not Nicks. I can't see the girl since my back is to the stairs but I finally catch site of her as she passes in front of me to head out the front door. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes looked to be thrown on, fuck I hate this. I need to get myself out of his thing I have with him. I do everything I can to not egg on my feelings but I just can't help it, but its time. I need to stop this, now. I'm pulled out of my thoughts with the ding of my phone. Its a text from Nick

"Getting in the shower, be down soon...I'm sorry"

I ignore his sorry and type back quickly. "Paul will be here at 9:30 for the meeting." I take a deep breathe as I hit send. I can't let this get to me. I have a job to do.

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Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part Three)

Part One  Part Two

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

After I came home last night I sat down with myself and just breathes. Oh yeah, It's Nick Jonas. That is crazy. It's totally 100% crazy, but it is what's happening. They called me, offered me the job, I needed it, and now we're here. I was definitely star stuck the other day, but I am a professional, and I need to act that way no matter who I am working for. I know the initial shock will wear off eventually, besides. I basically just make sure Nick gets where he needs to be and gets everything he needs in the process. It's not like I have to be his best friend. I've worked with plenty of people I had no outside of work relationships with. I can do this.

It was 7 am sharp today. This time it was a text, letting me know the car for me is here. I grab my bag, sliding it over my shoulder and double checking everything is inside. The planner, check. The contact list, check. Both of my phones, check. I grab the one for work and hold it tight in my hand. Last night I went through and put all the contacts inside of it as well as everything that was in the planner into my calendar. This is my lifeline so I need it close. I step outside and smile at George as he opens the car door for me. I thank him and slide inside. We do the same ride as yesterday, same roads, same streets, same houses passing by. When we finally pull up to Nicks place I am ready.

I thank George again as he opens the door for me, I slide out, tugging my blouse back into place. It being tucked tightly into a pair of dark blue jeans, a blazer layered over top. I walk up to the door, knocking as I open it, calling out Nicks name. As I do I peek my head in, but I don't see him. I give George a thumbs up before I step inside, letting the door shut behind me.

"Nick, Its (y/n), you awake?" He probably isn't. It is 7:30 am. I start to walk up the stairs, figuring I would just go wake him up. I look down at my phone. We need to be somewhere in an hour. I walk up to his bedroom, the door is shut. I lift a hand to knock.

"Nick hello, its time to wa-" I am cut off by the door opening, Nick standin in front of me with nothing but blanket wrapped around his lower half.

"Shit (y/n) forgot about the early morning can you just give me a second?" He asks.

I nod "Yeah, but we have to leave in 30 minutes." Today I speak with way more confidence when speaking to him. He's my boss, treat him that way.

"Yup, got it." He nods.

"Don't be late." I say a bit jokingly as I turn around, heading back down the stairs. I start the coffee pot, this time setting it to make enough for the both of us. I grab to mugs from the cabinet and set them out before taking a seat at the bar stool, pulling my phone from my pocket. I open the calendar and look at today.

8:30 am Morning show interview

12:00pm Lunch meeting with tour manager

9:00 pm Listening party at the studio

He might have let me off easy yesterday, but today is a full day, but I am more than ready for it. I check the time, Its been about a few minutes. I hear the coffee machine go off and get up, grabbing the freshly brewed pot and pouring it into both cups. I hear footsteps hurrying down the stairs.

"we still hav—" I cut myself off as I look up and see that its in fact, not Nick, but some girl I've never seen before.

"smells good" she says, looking at the coffee as she quickly passes by me, hurrying out the front door. I can't help but laugh a bit. I thought that shit only happened in movies. But then again, I am the assistant of a famous musician and actor. I shake my head a bit and put some sugar and creamer into my coffee, giving it a stir before taking a sip. About a minute later I hear heavier footsteps coming down the stairs, I look up to see Nick. I grab the coffee I just poured him and hand it over before taking a sip of my own.

"Had fun last night I see" I say jokingly as I keep my eyes locked onto my phone screen

Nick laughs a bit and I look up at him, he shrugs. "I mean, yeah."

We both laugh, and I shake my head. "Alright, well we've got places to be." I dump whats left in my mug into the sink, setting it inside before heading over to the door, opening it and gesturing for nick to go ahead of me.

"Ladies first" he says as he holds onto the door, I nod a thank you and step past him. Making my way to the car.

During the car ride it stays pretty silent until Nick speaks up, "Big change I see."

I look down at myself, thinking maybe I dressed way too differently, before giving him a slightly confused look.

He chuckles and speaks again, "You just seem less... scared. No offence of course!"

I laugh a bit and then nod, "Yeah, what did I say, I like to be good at my job."

He nods but doesn't say anything else.

"anyway," I say "the hosts of the morning show are names Lisa and David. Its supposed to be about a 15-20 minute run through and then we're out. We need to leave pretty much immediately after because we have a lunch meeting with Lucas, your tour manager. Sound okay?" I ask as I look over at him. I smile spreads widely across his face as he nods his head.

"sounds perfect."

The morning show went well, thankfully. We stayed on schedule and had no major mishaps. It's about 9:45 and they are pulling the wires from the mic off of Nick. He is talking to the two hosts, smiles and jokes are being shared. I see him tug his shirt up just slightly to help the sound guy relieve him from the wires of the mic. I couldn't help but stare, but I quickly pull my eyes away. Nope, I cant do that. He is my boss. This is professional. I nod to myself and am startled by a hand on my shoulder. I turn my head to see George.

"we ready to head out?" He asks me

I smile and nod at him, "yup one second."

I move away and over to nick and the hosts, "Sorry to break this up guys, Nick and I just have somewhere important to be." The hosts nod in understanding and Nick gives me an approving smile. I thank the hosts and say a quick goodbye before having security come to help escort us out. As we get closer to the exit I hear something weird..

"Is that.. Is that.. screaming?" I turn to Nick and George with a confused look. They both laugh immediately.

"Oh yes, that's screaming. You'll get used to it. Just stay close to the security guards and you'll be fine" George says

My eyes widen a bit out of shock, I guess this never crossed my mind, that we would need to deal with well.. fans, crazy ones at that. The security opens the doors and the screaming irrupts, hitting me like a ton of bricks. George and I smoosh nick between us as the guards cover us. We slowly make our way to the car, hands reaching out in hopes for a touch, inaudible screams becoming even louder the closer Nicks to someone. It felt like we were talking for hours, but it was really only a short few steps to the car. George opens the door and I give Nick a gentle shove inside before quickly sliding in after, shutting the door tightly. I hear the car start up and we make a slow decent forward. I jump as I'm startled by a hand hitting the window, I look to see the face of a girl who looks to be 15. Her teeth are lined with braces and she's screaming something I cannot understand. I turn to Nick.

"I swear this is like a scene out of a scary movie" I say, laughing.

"it can feel like that sometimes. They mean the best. The Paparazzi are the ones that can sometimes get to me, but I love seeing fans be there for me."

"Wow, you really are as nice as they say."

"I try" he replies with a chuckle.

"well, on that note. We've got an hour drive to lunch, you hungry?"

"I will be."

"perfect."

The ride stayed pretty quiet, Nick and I both staying busy on our phone's. Phil texted me checking in, and I was glad I could confidently tell him things were going well. Once we get to the place we were meeting Lucas for lunch I see us drive around to the back. Once the car stops, two large men step out of the back door.

"that's our que" Nick says, scooting closer to me to make me step out of the car.

I don't see any screaming girls this time, so I open the door and slide out, grabbing my bag as Nick slides out after me. The guards lead us inside. I can hear other people talking and enjoying their lunches, but I don't see them. We are lead into a private room where Lucas is already sitting. He stands as we walk in. Nick and him share a hug before he extends a hand out to me.

"Lucas, and you are?" he asks

"(y/n), Nicks Assistant." I smile, giving him a firm handshake.

"Wow, I was hoping for Nicks sake you were a new girlfriend" He says jokingly. I laugh and shake my head a bit as I sit down, seeing Nick give Lucas a death glare.

"Excuse me can you not harass my assistant." Nick says to Lucas in a joking manner.

Lucas just laughs and then reaches for a notebook, setting it on the table. As he does so a waiter comes by, asking us what we would like to drink. Nick orders a beer on draft, I just ask for a water. The waiter steps out and we all pull the menus open. My eyes widen a bit at the prices. Wow.. I think Nick notices my shock and leans in, handing a gold credit card to me.

"Almost forgot this. "Company" card. Takes care of all expenses like this." He starts speaking louder now "except this one, cause Lucas has got this one, right Lucas?" I take the card from Nicks hand as Lucas laughs.

"ah, I got hers, but you're on your own, buddy" They both laugh, I do as well as I slip the card into my wallet. Company expenses. Funny since the "company" is Nick.

We order a food and then get right to business. Lucas starts naming off bands/artists they could line up to open for him on his next upcoming tour. Some I've heard of, some I haven't. Nick Maybe's and No's them as Lucas lists them off. They narrow It down to all the maybe's and go from there. They finally settle on 3 that they both think are good. They both ask me my opinion, but I haven't heard of any of the bands they chose so I just smiled and nodded and went along with what I think they wanted me to say. Our food comes shortly after and we immediately dig in, Lucas and Nick still talking business.

"Are we just naming it after the album?" Lucas asks Nick

Nick nods "yeah, I mean it's the reason I'm touring so might as well."

They both nod as they take bites. Soon business talk starts to end and friendly banter begins, something I can be way more apart of. We talk and laugh and joke a bit. Talking a little more even after our meals are finished. The waiter brings the check, Lucas taking it from him with a thankyou before slipping a credit card inside without even a glance at the price and handing it back. I look at the time, 2:24. We talk a little more before finally deciding to part ways. As I say goodbye Lucas takes my hand, jokingly bowing and kissing the top of it. I can't help but laugh

"Nice meeting you, my lady" I shake my head with a laugh and curtsey at him

"Nice meeting you my good sir." He laughs back and then turns to say goodbye to Nick. He whispers something to him, but I can't hear. All I see is Nick give him an eye roll and a friendly punch to the shoulder. Goodbyes are done and we start heading to the door we came in at.

"So last thing on the agenda today is a 9:00 listening party at the studio, sound familiar to you?"

"Oh yeah, it's my good buddies listening party, it should be fun. Not until 9 you said?"

I nod in response. Alright well, we'll drop you off at your place so you can get ready and then I'll pick you up around 8:45, how does that sound."

"Good to me." I give him a smile before the security guards pushes the door open and I make my way to the car, sliding inside. Nick follows close behind.  

I'm applying my lipstick as I hear my work phone go off. It's Nick. "Outside. Hope you're ready" I read it with a chuckle and finish up what I was doing, grabbing my purse before stepping outside. I smile a hello to George as a slide carefully into the car beside Nick.

"You look great" He says to me with a smile

"Why thank you, so do you"

"Oh you know, I try" he says with a chuckle.

The drive is pretty short, we show up about 10 minutes after 9 and I see cars lined up for blocks and gorgeous people getting out of them. Some of them faces I recognize from magazines and such, some people I've never seen. Nick gets out of the car first and hurries over to open the door for me. I chuckle a bit at the gesture and take his hand for assistance as I step our of the car. Smoothing out my dress. I look up and see Phil walking toward us.

"Big second day, huh?"

I laugh and nod "It really is, interesting though, and thankfully going well. At least I think."

Phil looks at Nick, he nods and the a smile spreads over Phils face.

"So glad it's working out. It may have only been two days but I am already 100 times less stressed having to deal with this ass all the time." He laughs, giving Nick a playful shove. Nick jokingly rolls his eyes then offers me an arm to take as we start to make our way into the building. I look my arm around his and follow him inside. There is way more people than I was expecting to be inside. It's a weird feeling being at something like this, being surrounded by so many big names. I am relieved when I notice Nick not ever leaving me behind. If he goes somewhere to talk to someone new he always brings me along for the conversation. It's a saving grace, I don't know I could have handled this just yet on my own. I spend a lot of my time explaining I'm his new assistant, but I don't mind. Everyone I meet is very nice and very talkative, which thankfully makes it easier to keep up a conversation.

The night goes on and things continue to go smoothly, I have a few glasses of champagne but nothing more, I am still technically on the clock. Nick however had quite a few beers, but the end of the night I could tell he was getting pretty drunk, and as things started to end he said his goodbye and linked his arm with mine to leave, although this time is was more of me keeping him up and walking straight. He kept cracking jokes left and right as we walked, laughing, I struggle to get him inside.

"I'm glad to see you had fun"

"I did, a lot of fun. First time I brought home a girl I didn't plan on having sex with" He laughs and so do I, I shake my head a bit and we take off. George pulls up to my apartment and I tell him to get Nick home safe and thank him again before stepping out. Once I find my way back into my house I take seat on my couch and take a deep breath. It was a lot, but it went well. I really think I can do this.

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Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part Two)

Part One

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

I hear the coffee maker finish and start opening cabinets in the kitchen to see if I can find the mugs, It takes me about 3 tries but I finally found them. I grab one and start to pour the freshly made coffee inside. I set the now full mug down and go to grab the sugar before realizing.. I have absolutely no idea how he likes it. I panic just a bit

"Fucking up already, fantastic.." I say under my breath.

"Black, I like it black."

The voice startles me and I jump a bit, looking up to see Nick grabbing the mug from in front of me and sitting down at barstool across me at the counter.

"Well perfect then, that's easy." I say jokingly, a nervous twinge in each word that falls from my mouth.

"Look, I'm sure Phil told you, I was never into this personal assistant stuff, but hes forcing me to be, so I'm gonna play along. Basically what I want to say is.. relax" He speaks in a calming tone, my eyes can't help but stare at him for a few seconds, I know I said this before, but wow he is gorgeous. My staring is interrupted by Nick clearing his throat. My eyes widen a bit before responding.

"Oh yeah, of course, I'm sorry I just.."

"Never thought I would be the one you're working for?"

I can't help but laugh a bit as I nod my head, a sense of calm starting to wash over me. "Honestly, yeah. I mean I've done assistant jobs for plenty of people, just not for someone that's.. well.. legitimately famous."

Nick laughs a bit. "I get it, I do. But seriously, don't be nervous. I promise I wont bite your head off." He slides off the stool, coffee still in hand. "You have that phone Phil gave you?"

I nod and hold it up in front of me for him to see.

"Perfect, there is a number in there, its under George, he is the guy you call when we need to go somewhere. If can't he sends someone to come get us, always." He stops talking and looks at his now, very real watch. "Call him and let him know we need a car here in about 15 to go to the radio show."

I nod and quickly pull the number up, hitting dial. Almost immediately someone picks

up. "Uh hello, yes. This is (y/n) Mr. Jo-" I stop myself, "Nicks new assistant."

"ah yes, I was told I would be getting calls from you from now on. Need a ride for the radio show?"

I breathe a little sigh of relief, "Yes, please."

"I will be there in 10 minutes."

I thank him before hanging up. Alright I did it.

I hate being this nervous, I feel so stupid. I have never ever felt this nervous while working in my life. I guess I'm just scared to look like an idiot in front of someone so famous. When I hang up the phone I look up to see Nick looking at me. I quickly tug some hair behind my ear and give him a confident smile. I need to be professional and I need to show him and everyone else that I am cut out for this.

"10 minutes." I say, and he nods.

10 minutes pass by quickly and I get a text "Outside." Is all it reads, its from George.

"He's here" I say to a preoccupied Nick. I see him click his phone off and slip it into his pocket.

"Perfect, lets head out then."

The radio interview seemed to go off without a hitch. I got a lot of questions about who I was, but people were Immediately respectful when I explained. Some even shocked, telling me they thought Nick wasn't into that kind of thing. I guess I'll be hearing that a lot for awhile. I don't mind though. For I am being paid I think I would deal with about pretty much anything.

We make our way back into the car and I open the planner once again to see if anything else is on the list. Nothing. When I see this I get a feeling of relief, I think I just need some time to get over the initial shock of what is happening. I feel someone looking over my shoulder and turn my head to see Nick peering over.

"Nothing else today then? Phil gave you an easy day to start." He says with a small chuckle.

I just laugh a bit with him and nod, "I guess so."

Nick scoots back over to his side before speaking again. "If you don't mind me asking.. how old are you?"

"24" I say. "I know its young, for well, this.." I say as I gesture to the things around me. "But I really feel like I'm good at what I do."

He seemed a little shocked at first, but then nods. "My assistant is younger than me? It just feels so weird," he says with a laugh "but hey, from what I heard you /are/ good at what you do. So I hope I get to see that." He smiles, nodding to himself.

"My turn to ask a question?" I say, looking over at him.

"Go for it."

"How come you never wanted an assistant? You seem to have such a busy life, don't you think it would've made things easier?"

He takes a second before answering, but finally does. "I guess I just never really wanted to make someone else deal with all my shit. I always felt like I could handle it on my own, but at this point In my life, I just can't. So, here we are."

I nod. It makes sense. I just don't hope I fuck up his first assistant experience.

When we arrive at the house he slides out of the car, but tells me to stay.

"I'll have him take you home, since we're done for the day. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow." He smiles and nods a goodbye before shutting the door, and with that, I'm on my way home.

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Nick Jonas’s New Assistant (Part One)

You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.

I've always hated first days, sure I've done this job with at least 20 other people, but it is still always nerve wracking. Who knows how the person will be. I've been the assistant of some pretty nasty people, but I also have been the assistant of some amazing people. This one was particular hard to get any information on. When I got the call about the job they wouldn't even tell me who for. They just told me to be ready at 8am sharp the next day, and pretty desperate at that point for work I agreed almost immediately. In retrospect, I should've asked more questions, but I need the job.

At 8 am I hear a honk outside, I am spraying the last little bit of my perfume on and peek out of the blinds of my apartment, it's a big black escalade sitting outside, I see a man step out from the drivers side and stand to wait at the passenger side back door. Is this for me? I grab my things, tossing my purse of my shoulder and flattening out my skirt before opening the door to step outside.

"(y/n , y/l/n)?)

"Uh yep that's me."

"Perfect" He says as he opens the door. "Phil is waiting at the house."

Phil, is this who I'll be working for? I just nod at the man and work my way over to the car, slipping onto the warm leather seats. I set my purse down beside me as we take off. We drive for about 20 minutes or so before pulling up to a neighborhood I've only ever dreamed of being able to go into. House bigger than I could ever imagine surrounded me. The driver punches in a short code to the keypad in front of the gate and it slowly opens in front of us. A small "wow" passes my lips as we enter. Who is this guy? More importantly, what did I get myself into? Yeah I've worked for plenty of people, a few big CEO's but mostly smaller people, never anyone that would live in a place like this. We drive for a little longer before pulling down a long driveway, It feels like we are driving for at least 5 minutes before we finally pull up to the house, my mouth drops a bit at its beauty. I'm pulled away from my admiration at the sound of the door opening. I thank the man and slide out, grabbing my purse. I smooth out my hair and once again give my skirt a nice smoothing. This is crazy.

"Follow me this way, Ms." The driver says as he gestures me after him. I nod again and follow him up the the front door. He rings the doorbell and only a few seconds later an older gentleman answers. Maybe this is him?

"Aw, (y/n) perfect! Super excited to meet you, please come inside." He gestures me in as he hands the driver some money and thanks him. I turn to thank him as well before finally stepping through the doors. My eyes scan over everything, It was all so beautiful.

"My name is Phil, I'm Mr. Jonas's Manager and the one who desperately needs your help." He laughs a bit as he speaks and I nervously chuckle back.

"Well I am here to help" I say.

"Well perfect, you came highly recommended, So I hope this works out for us."

I nod, "So do I"

"Well.." he starts to speak and walk, I follow. "this is yours.." he hands me a brand new iPhone, it looks to be the newest model. A charger is wrapped tightly around it. "This is for work, every immediately important number you need is already in there. Mine, Nicks, and a few others." I nod again. He then hands me a small black leather notebook type thing. "These are all the rest of the numbers you may end up needing. Put them in your phone, keep that with you, I don't care just don't loose it and don't give those numbers to anyone else." I nod reassuringly and keep on following.

I am handed another black leather envelope, this one larger in size.

"This is a planner. It has everything Nick will be doing for the next 6 months in it. Things are always added or changed in someway. I will always let you know what is changing, so keep your phone with you at all times. It's up to date right now. Super important, do not loose it." He emphasizes the not loosing it part. I nod once again

"of course, keep it safe."

He chuckles a bit and nods, "Yes keep it safe and please keep him on track."

"So Mr. Jonas will be who I will be working for?" I ask.

"Oh yes! Sorry for the initial lack of information, we like to keep things kind of under wraps when it comes to hiring in new people. You never know."

I nod again, makes sense I guess. Jonas, I know that name. I mean come on, everyone does. The Jonas brothers were everyone's loves when they were younger. But there is no way. At least I think...

"Here we are.." Phil says, somewhat to himself as he knocks loudly on a door in front of us. I hear a small, tired sounding groan come from inside.

"Nick I'm coming in with a lady, please be decent. You can't meet someone for the first time while you're naked." I laughed just slightly to myself, Phil sounded so serious.

He waits a few more seconds before finally opening the door, I see a tall figure standing at the end of the bed, quickly sliding a shirt over his head. Once it's on I can see his face. You have to be fucking with me. I have to be dreaming. Nick Jonas. Nick Jonas is standing in front of me. I never was crazy obsessed; I was older when they were famous. I think only about a year younger than Nick himself. But everyone knows who he is, everyone knows his name.

"So this is her? I told you I didn't need an assistant, Phil. I can handle it."

"Yeah, is that why you were still asleep when you have to be somewhere in..." He checks his watch, "exactly 47 minutes."

"Psh, I knew about that, I was getting ready."

"Sure" Phil Scoffs "This is (y/n), She is your new assistant, please let her help you so I don't always feel the need to kill you."

I chuckle a bit and extend a hand out to Nick, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Jonas"

"Oh boy.." He laughs, shaking my hand. "I feel way to official when you call me that, please, its Nick."

I smile nervously and nod my head. "It's nice to meet you, Nick."

"It's nice to meet you, (y/n). So if you're here to help, what do I have going on in.." he lifts his arm, checking his non-existent watch "exactly 47 minutes.

I see Phil roll his eyes before quickly turning to the planner given to me earlier, quickly turning to todays date.

"Radio interview at 98.5" I say with confidence, looking up at him.

He looks at me with a smile that almost makes me melt. This is the first time I've gotten a good look at him, and wow he is attractive.

"Well, perfect. I'll get in the shower, please show Phil out and maybe make me a cup of coffee? I've got a thing downstairs."

Phil chuckles at him, shaking his head and gently laying a hand on my shoulder blade to turn me around and toward the door as we both walk out. "yeah yeah, don't mind him. Come on." He says to me then turns to Nick "A short shower!" he yells as he shuts the door behind us.

"You'll have to excuse him, you are surprisingly his first assistant. He's been against it, but we just really needed it, for his sake and ours." He laughs again, showing me to the kitchen. He gives me a quick rundown on the coffee maker before turning to look at me directly.

"Okay, any questions?" He asks.

Yeah a million, like how the fuck did I manage to get a job working for Nick Jonas?

"Nope, I think I got it from here." I say, false confidence oozing from the words.

Phil nods, "Well if any questions come up please just text or call me."

I nod assuringly and follow him out, saying a last goodbye before shutting the door behind him. Well this should be interesting...

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Nick Jonas's New Assistant (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/lTx18u8P61 You get a call one day, someone asking you to fill a personal assistant job. They give you little information as to who for, but when you found out, things get a little more interesting.